The Girl gets some recognition: “This person almost won [the most improved] award in tryouts.”
the girl
Nine
Today, the Boy turned nine. It's his last year in single digits, and we're all wondering how we got to this point so quickly. That's the same old story every birthday, though.
This year, most of the gifts from us are soccer-based: a new ball and new nets. He and the Girl tried them out after dinner.
Previous Years
Happy Mess Day
Second Time Around
Third Party
Celebration Day
Birthday
Fifth Birthday Party
Sports and Ice Cream
Seventh Birthday
Tournament Weekend
Both the kids had tournaments this weekend. The Girl's tournament was outside Atlanta, and it was her first time in competitive sand volleyball.
"How'd it go?" I asked.
"I got sand in my mouth," was the first impression.
The Boy's tournament was local. They made it to the semifinals then lost.
"We should have won" was the sentiment. How to get him to accept "win some, lose some" and still have the fire in the belly?
Sunny Sunday
It rained all day yesterday, and that was probably for the best: we all stayed home and took care of K, who has been sick for several days now. Today, though, it was finally clear and sunny, so we went for a little walk while K took a nap.
We were likely trespassing, but since there's no sign posted and no one has lived on the property in ages...
And these days, what I get when I tell the kids, "Come here -- I want to take a picture" produces visual representations of the nature of their relationship.
Papa’s 80th Birthday Party
Return to Dupont
"You guys from out of town?" the cyclist asked coming to a slow stop as he navigated the steep downhill that we were climbing.
"Not really -- we're from Greenville." I figured being only 50 miles away doesn't exactly make us tourists.
"Well, most people around here go the opposite way on this loop and go down this hill," he said, I suppose trying to be helpful, but it came across to me as a little -- I don't know, annoying somehow.
"But what about those of us who enjoy hard climbs?" I wanted to say, but thinking I might be only speaking for myself, I said nothing.
"Yes, it seems like it would be more fun," K agreed.
Our interlocutor headed off down the hill, and added, as if he'd read my annoyance and wanted to soothe it and simultaneously aggravate it, "Of course, it's your choice."
Just before December, we went to Dupont forest for some cycling. It wasn't exactly what we'd planned. But since then, the Boy has asked us several times when we're heading back. Today, we finally made it.
And afterward, there was mulch to spread and bikes to wash.
Playing with the Hose
The Day After Easter
A bit of relaxation in the morning.
A little exploration in the afternoon.
A little soccer in the evening.
Regionals 2021 Day 2
The Girl's team today had a rough time of it. During their first game, they were up one set 11-4, but they just couldn't put it away. In the second game, they were up 24-19 and ended up losing it 26-28. That means they had four set points and couldn't convert. That frustrated L to no end. They won the final game in straight sets, but it was by far the weakest team we'd seen in a long time. Still, a win is a win.
In the break between game one and two, I walked down the street to see where Papa's parents used to live. I know Papa lived in a couple of houses in the area growing up, but the only house I have any connection to -- any memory of -- is the small now-yellow house on Izard Street.
Down the street stands an abandoned building that I seem to remember as a store that my cousins and I used to visit to buy a Three Muskateers candy bar and a Mountain Dew.
Closing Dinner
When K closes on a house, we splurge a little and have a special dinner. Tonight, it was crab cakes and crab legs.
The best thing about crab legs (other than the taste) -- they're fun to eat as well.