


the boy



Today was the final day of our short spring tournament. They boys played their hearts out, and they had a good time -- the results (0-1-2) weren't as important.
It was a bittersweet afternoon, though: it will be the last season this team is together. There are always some new members each season, but this team has had a little core for the last three seasons, and now it's all over. Several of the boys (E included) will be too old to play on the fall team, and the coach won't be working with U12s anymore: he's moving up to the 18s travel team.

Coach M was a great coach, the only coach the Boy really wanted to play for, and we're going to miss him.
In the evening, we went on our first ride of the season.

Except for L: she doesn't like cycling, which is a shame.










E had the chance tonight to have his newly-acquired trombone skills evaluated. We drove to Dorman High School, saw hundreds of other kids who were being evaluated as well,
and made our way to room 9 (actually B117--not sure why they re-numbered the rooms).

The Boy walked in, performed his solo piece perfectly, and walked out with the scoresheet to prove it.

His band director took a picture and told us that students who earn a "Superior" rating must, simply must, go out for ice cream.

"We were ready for the rating," I told Mr. K. "We bought some earlier today!"
Though it's hard to comprehend how we've reached this moment so quickly, the Girl is just shy of six feet tall and wrapping up her junior year of high school, and the Boy has crossed the five-foot barrier and will soon be twelve. The changes coming are enormous: L will be making final decisions about college over the summer, and the Boy will soon have a full-blown, empty-leg, teenage boy appetite.
We got a hint of that this evening.
After eating a full meal, he came back downstairs hunting for food no more than five minutes later.
"I'm still hungry," he declared. So he got a piece of yesterday's leftover pizza out and warmed it up.

Clover smelled it, sensed a treat, and followed him into Papa's room (it will always be "Papa's room"), and sat down like the best behaved pup in the world.





"I need to work on my Polish," the Boy recently declared, so he and K have been working on Polish lessons again. He doesn't look enthusiastic all the time, but he is (still) willing.

Almost as lovely as his effort were the azaleas blooming this morning.
