Norah took a soccer class back when she was about two. Despite my best efforts, she wasn't that into it. I have spent the past two years planting the seed and a few months ago, ahem, totally on her own accord, she expressed that she wanted to try it again. I told her she would have to wear shorts, which she refused. Thankfully, we were able to compromise on a tennis skirt, which is a skirt on the outside and shorts on the inside.
There are a lot of soccer programs in Austin, not surprisingly. All but one are held inside, again, not surprisingly. That's the only way soccer can happen before December.
She loves it and she's actually pretty good. She is a good listener and follows direction well. She's a fast runner and maybe, just maybe, one of these days, her foot will actually make a connection with the ball.
We enrolled Lou in the parent participation class, mostly because it happens at the same time (different field). He likes it fine. He is in the very youngest class (18 to 24 months) and is the very youngest kid. There is a big difference between 18 and 24 months. Basically, he can't listen or follow directions. At all. He just does his own thing. He kicks the ball when he feels like it. He mostly sits on the ball.
He still looks cute doing it.