Monday, May 26, 2008

It Really Doesn't Have To Be First Place

Friday was track and field day at school. I knew about this at the beginning of the school year and with several reminders from James, I took the day off to watch. Dover - Eyota is getting so big(100+ children per class) that they could only choose three events. A couple days before, James tells me that he chose: the high jump, the long jump, and the softball throw. Now... not that I am not enthusiastic about whatever he decides, this is not what I was expecting. I thought that I would be sitting in my chair, chatting with the moms and watching James run a couple races. Nope. It turns out that they do the high jump during class to save time, so he only participated in two events that day. I stood in line with him for 20 minutes for the softball throw and....yep, he went ahead and threw it. Then we went and stood in line for the long jump, not quite as long but long enough for me to get antsy. They may need to rethink this track and field thing. To me, it looked like there were way more kids doing the field thing than the track thing. Anyway, James gets to the front of the line and runs down and ....jumps! I was rather impressed! It was an eight foot jump so he ended up tying for 5th place. Fifth place gets a ribbon so his world was complete. He lovingly held that ribbon all the way home with a huge smile on his face. I may have taken a whole day off to see him participate in Track and Field for a total of 58 seconds, but it was worth it!




Waiting in line.








Waiting in line.



About to jump!

(I've once again doubled up on my pics and can't get it off the blog.)


Look at him go!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Presents From God

Last summer, James was in the front yard dribbling his soccer ball around and practicing his "moves". He stopped and looked up at us and said, "I have lots of presents." Being quite a few months from his birthday and even longer from Christmas - we weren't sure what he meant. "You know, soccer and video games." I realized that he meant "gift". I have said on many occasions, "James, you truly have a gift" when he tells me how far he got in a video game or when he's playing soccer. (Seriously, I don't know how many games he has finished, when I can't even get my guy to throw the damn ball - I hate video games). We told him that he has many gifts and will receive many, many more in his lifetime.

Last night, we were in the car (as we always are) and James brought it up again, "Soccer is one of my presents."

"Gift, buddy."

"Gifts - presents whatever, they mean the same thing."

He was quiet for a while, and said, "I'm your present from God - right mom?"

I told him he was absolutely right!

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Springtime

I am always saying that we are so busy. And we are - but ESPECIALLY in the spring. It goes past busy into almost physically impossibe to manage. I have to tell myself, "Ok, this is the fun stuff, no complaining!" I just figured out that I drove 787 miles in one week - that's not counting the drive to work and back. Here are pictures of Miranda at a tournament and James at practice.




Working hard behind the plate.

Throwing down to second - she was out!



Shooting! James' favorite part of the game, when asked why, he says that he feels "cool". Well I have to agree - he looks cool!



Playing the game he loves!

Sometimes I am so amazed by these kids! How did I get so lucky?