First day of Soccer. Consider it an early Father's Day!

Well, I took over 200 photos from this grand event. First, I swore to keep practicing. Second, I knew we needed to document, document, document the event. I hope Joaquin doesn't feel the pressure, but he needs to get a full ride to a very good school on his soccer (nay, futbol!) skills. So we started him at 18 months. That's about when you learn that soccer practice has 45 balls, bubbles and all parents on the pitch chasing you around, too. I figure we can learn about offsides in week 3 or 4, right?

Let's state the very obvious. JOAQUIN LOVED IT! It's the combo of one of his favorite things ever (balls) with the doing something with Papi, with .... well, it was SUMMER on the first day and we have been waiting around for summer for like... uh, a year.

Perfect, glorious day. We love soccer.


Where can 18 month olds learn to play soccer in Chicago?


Papi put my kit on for me. Apparently I don't get to wear my Honduras uniform. Boo!


All suited up. This one may last for a year or two! And yes, that's an Extra Small.


Doing drills with papi. He loves Coach Nikki!

Working on his Game Face.


One of the best parts of the practice was stacking cones.


Future scholarship recipient.


They got stamps on their hands at the end. He's never had a stamp. He loves stamps now.


My favorite little boy and my favorite shot of the day of him.

And a final shot of the mother of his crazy hair.