matching tracksuits

fun in threes, sometimes fours

the girl

Saturday Evening Downtown

We spent the evening downtown, the five of us -- the two kids and the dog. It's so rare that everyone's schedules work out to let us do something like this. We'll take every opportunity we have.

Our stroll eventually led us down to the river and the new Grand Bohemian hotel which is the latest highlight of the ever-developing downtown Greenville.

Eventually we made it down the the rocky area of the river just at the edge of the main downtown park, the place both of our kids loved to run about on the rocks as little kids.

"Those days are long gone" K and I constantly remind ourselves. And yet, every now and then, the stars align,

the kids are both fascinated with the same thing, and for a brief moment, we pop back a few years in the past.

Track Meet

High Jump

The Girl won first place in the high jump today.

First Meet

The Girl had her first meet today. As in, the first meet of her life, not just of the season. It was a monster all-day meet, with 35 schools competing. She took third in the varsity high jump.

Three Pairs of Shoes

The Girl has taken up field sports -- javelin, discus, shot put (?!), and high jump. Today, here throwing shoes arrived, slick on the bottom to allow for maximum spin.

"Now I have three pairs of shoes to take to meets," she laughed. That doesn't count whatever she might wear to the meet.

Saturday

Our Girl

Volleyball in Rock Hill

The girls got second place in today's tournament.

Curriculum Night

Tonight, I took the Boy to curriculum night at his zoned middle school. We're still not sure if he's going to the charter middle school L attended (he's grandfathered in) or if he's going to the zoned public school. Right now he's leaning toward the latter: he's interested in music, and he wants to play in band, which is not something the charter school offers.

We spoke to the band director for a while, talked to the strings teacher, looked at the instruments, talked about the advantages of each.

"I think I'm leaning to this school," he said.

"My only concern," I said, "is that the academics at this school won't be at quite the level as the charter school."

The Boy expressed that he's okay with that, suggesting once again that he's not such a smart guy as someone who needs those "high-level classes."

K and I don't know where this idea comes from. He gets great grades; he scores well on standardized tests -- he just doesn't see himself as a gifted person, certainly not as a thinker. He sees himself as perfectly academically average.

He couldn't be more different than his sister...

Rings