Big Girl had her first scrimmage at the end of an "instructional" season of lacrosse. When they are at this level there are no games during the season and the coaches run around on the field with the girls shouting instructions into their ears. There's no one posted at the goal to defend should someone decide to shoot and we all cheer the loudest when someone actually catches a pass from a team mate. During most sports events, I am used to watching my kids be the hesitant players out there. If someone from my family actually scores once during an entire season we talk about it all the time and it goes down in history with boys arguing as to what really happened out there. As I watched my daughter on the field, I had to do a double take. Was that tiger out there actually my flesh and blood? She was getting in everybody's business and not taking no for an answer. I had to laugh watching her as they were positioning themselves in offense/defense poses. The whistle to start play had not yet been blown, but here was my undersized 8 yr old vying for the spot in front of her opponent. The other player would re-position herself one half step closer to center field and then pop out her hip. Big Girl would imitate her move, and so on and so forth. I found out later there was also some words about cheating from the hip popping girl. Big girl was having none of that trashy talk! I see her really going places with this sport.
|She is number 22|
|Proud of herself|
On to the spring concert for Little Boy.... He is currently first chair, and although I missed the 'tuning up with the first chair violinist' part, it does my heart good to know it happened. It's probably best I wasn't there to be seen gloating. He was moved down from that position a while back and just regained it a couple weeks ago. It's an honorable position. One which our family has never had a chance to be in until now. They sounded wonderful and so much improved from the winter concert I could hardly believe it. I wish I had brought my video camera but I am lame and forgetful like that. The girls were very antsy and it was unbearably hot in that gym, so we headed out to the hallway where there were fans and room to roam.
|Free at last!|
|Peek-a boo. I have my first sports trophy!|
|The posing girl to his right has been seen flirting with my innocent boy|
|The other embarrassing part was his un-tucked shirt... Oh well|
Little Boy told me that when they combined orchestras for one number with the 7-8th grade advanced students, that he sat by the award winning Korean girl. They are both first chairs in their age groups. She turned to him and said (possibly joking), "I play really loud and strong, so I might actually hurt your ears... sorry." I watched as he hung tough with her. His bowing strong, his vibrato almost there. To be honest the orchestra pieces are not that challenging for a student with private lessons. I never even hear them played at home, but you can tell by watching who's got the strong leadership bowing and who is following a half second behind. The trick is to watch the tips of the bows and see who is ahead. So like I said, he's hanging in there like a champ. When the number was over she turned to him and said "Hmm... you're actually good." That statement was worth way more than her 8 slips of paper printed out that afternoon on the school's printer. I guess we'll keep having T moonlight to pay for those lessons after all.
|Looking up to his 8th grade 'friend'|