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This test will allow me to look at the possibility of blogging while
on-the-go...particularly on vacation and at camp.
See you on the other side...
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Friday, May 28, 2010
Let's See How This Works...
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Time to Relax
The world of cheer parent politics is tricky. Note to self: do not get sucked in!
I went to watch stunting on Tuesday. The older girls were trying some advanced moves (naturally), but there was one group that dropped their poor flyer every single time she went up. Every. Single. Time. Luckily, she is pretty experienced, so she managed to land safely, but there were a couple of close calls. Just another reason I am thankful that K is a base and NOT being hurled into the air by a trio of tiny, barely-teenage girls. Does that mean that sometimes she comes home bruised up? Yes...but I'll take having her look like a street fighter over wondering whether which week I will be called to meet her in the ER.
And now it's time for a new segment...
Things NOT to do as a new Cheer Mom
Offer to drive every week because you have decided to combine your younger child's tumbling to happen at the same time as your cheerleader. While you might think this is a kind gesture - saving others on time and gas - you would be wrong. Instead, it is incredibly selfish to take away another parent's night to watch practice. Special note: this is especially egregious if (by taking your younger child) you no longer have an extra seat in your vehicle, thereby eliminating the ability to take along other parents.
It is vacation time for the hubby and myself. We are so excited to get out and relax under the bright lights of Las Vegas. Time for Road Trip 2010 (part 1). Then we come back for less than 24 hours and both kids and I go to camp. My next job for myself is figuring out how to update the blog from my phone. Look out for Cheer Mom on location.
Current mood: Not entirely excited about packing for both Vegas and Camp, but fully know it needs to be done.
I went to watch stunting on Tuesday. The older girls were trying some advanced moves (naturally), but there was one group that dropped their poor flyer every single time she went up. Every. Single. Time. Luckily, she is pretty experienced, so she managed to land safely, but there were a couple of close calls. Just another reason I am thankful that K is a base and NOT being hurled into the air by a trio of tiny, barely-teenage girls. Does that mean that sometimes she comes home bruised up? Yes...but I'll take having her look like a street fighter over wondering whether which week I will be called to meet her in the ER.
And now it's time for a new segment...
Things NOT to do as a new Cheer Mom
Offer to drive every week because you have decided to combine your younger child's tumbling to happen at the same time as your cheerleader. While you might think this is a kind gesture - saving others on time and gas - you would be wrong. Instead, it is incredibly selfish to take away another parent's night to watch practice. Special note: this is especially egregious if (by taking your younger child) you no longer have an extra seat in your vehicle, thereby eliminating the ability to take along other parents.
It is vacation time for the hubby and myself. We are so excited to get out and relax under the bright lights of Las Vegas. Time for Road Trip 2010 (part 1). Then we come back for less than 24 hours and both kids and I go to camp. My next job for myself is figuring out how to update the blog from my phone. Look out for Cheer Mom on location.
Current mood: Not entirely excited about packing for both Vegas and Camp, but fully know it needs to be done.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
The End of an Era?
Tuesday was K's final middle school choir performance. Even apart from the ridiculously high number of emotionally charged songs (even for a MS choir concert...), I felt a sort of sadness that night. I was on the edge of weepy - and most of those who know me are fully aware that I do not do "weepy" in public. It felt like we are closing a chapter on her life and my tiny little baby girl is suddenly all grown up.
And I am all grown up. What's funny is that I can still remember some of the songs we sang, some of the cheesy choreography we did, some of the cheap-shot "let's make mom cry by giving her a rose while standing in front of her and singing 'Wind Beneath My Wings' while also spelling it out in sign language" stunts from my own middle school choir years. It really doesn't seem that long ago. I miss that naive, optimistic child.
It really seems that a breath ago, I was rocking baby Katy on my lap. I cannot believe she is going to be in high school next year. Because of cheer, it is unlikely that she'll be able to do school choir anymore. She probably won't even be able to do church choir, either. Maybe that's what has made me so contemplative this whole week. And don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or wishing she would live my high school life. In fact, I think that this will expose her to a whole side of high school that I really didn't ever get to see. Because of the intensity and sheer amount of time she will be committing to this program, she will take away experiences that can only a few can have. I would likely never admit this out loud to you, but I always secretly wanted to be a cheerleader in high school. A singing cheerleader. A singing nerdy cheerleader who also raised animals. What can I say...I'm complex.
Was it really three whole years ago that I was so worried about sending her to middle school? She was so shy - I was sure she would be easily led astray. And now, she has grown to such a confident young leader that I don't worry about her moving on to high school. I worry that these next four years will shoot by just as fast and then she'll be gone. For the first time as a mom, I feel like I'm not old enough to handle the emotional turmoil that will cause when the time comes. Hold on, there must be something in my eye...the monitor is getting blurry...
Kind of a bummer night...my bad. I was actually going to save the "End of an Era" type talk for her very last day of middle school, but ya know what? I can't. Because I will be in Vegas. Heck to the yeah. That will probably be best for all parties involved anyway...I'm sure she will be all sad and crying and stuff and there is a high probability that I might join in and make matters worse.
So...on to the next chapter. On to the big time.
Current mood: reflective...and a little heavy hearted
And I am all grown up. What's funny is that I can still remember some of the songs we sang, some of the cheesy choreography we did, some of the cheap-shot "let's make mom cry by giving her a rose while standing in front of her and singing 'Wind Beneath My Wings' while also spelling it out in sign language" stunts from my own middle school choir years. It really doesn't seem that long ago. I miss that naive, optimistic child.
It really seems that a breath ago, I was rocking baby Katy on my lap. I cannot believe she is going to be in high school next year. Because of cheer, it is unlikely that she'll be able to do school choir anymore. She probably won't even be able to do church choir, either. Maybe that's what has made me so contemplative this whole week. And don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or wishing she would live my high school life. In fact, I think that this will expose her to a whole side of high school that I really didn't ever get to see. Because of the intensity and sheer amount of time she will be committing to this program, she will take away experiences that can only a few can have. I would likely never admit this out loud to you, but I always secretly wanted to be a cheerleader in high school. A singing cheerleader. A singing nerdy cheerleader who also raised animals. What can I say...I'm complex.
Was it really three whole years ago that I was so worried about sending her to middle school? She was so shy - I was sure she would be easily led astray. And now, she has grown to such a confident young leader that I don't worry about her moving on to high school. I worry that these next four years will shoot by just as fast and then she'll be gone. For the first time as a mom, I feel like I'm not old enough to handle the emotional turmoil that will cause when the time comes. Hold on, there must be something in my eye...the monitor is getting blurry...
Kind of a bummer night...my bad. I was actually going to save the "End of an Era" type talk for her very last day of middle school, but ya know what? I can't. Because I will be in Vegas. Heck to the yeah. That will probably be best for all parties involved anyway...I'm sure she will be all sad and crying and stuff and there is a high probability that I might join in and make matters worse.
So...on to the next chapter. On to the big time.
Current mood: reflective...and a little heavy hearted
Monday, May 10, 2010
Yep, I'm still kickin'
Oh, well. I thought I would be able to post last week. And yet I did NOT. KidVenture's finale went off super well. Kids Choir did an awesome job releasing their new CD. During all that madness, I managed to miss my husband for 8 of the first 10 nights he worked his new day shift. Luckily, he is wonderful and completely amazing and didn't complain (much...). And my DVR is so backed up from my lack of time to watch TV that I had to delete SEVENTEEN Jeopardy's. I'm not gonna lie. That hurt a little bit. All right, a big bit.
So, as predicted, Cheer Snob is working her way onto the irritated side of most members of the team. So it appears that the advice to my kid about keeping mouth shut and attitude positive is working. Yay, Cheer Mom. Peaceable, non-petty problem resolution? It's a new age in cheerleading. Speaking of, K came home concerned that some of her pom pom routine is a bit too much booty shaking and not enough pom-pomming. Not entirely sure what I can do about that. Luckily, this is one that will only be performed for other girls at summer camp. But, sadly, the world of cheer involves quite a bit of swinging hips and short skirts. We've talked a lot about modesty in a sport that encourages the opposite. Hello, real life. Didn't think I'd be introducing you to my daughter in the eighth grade, but I guess times, they are a-changin'. I feel like I should have the NBC "The More You Know" playing in the background as I type.
Just a few more school related activities and then all the summer fun begins! Each of the kids will be going to two camps (thanks grammie) and in less than three weeks, Chris and I are taking a little vacation ourselves. Woo hoo. Bring on summer - I can't wait.
Current mood: EXCITED - vacation in less than three weeks!!
So, as predicted, Cheer Snob is working her way onto the irritated side of most members of the team. So it appears that the advice to my kid about keeping mouth shut and attitude positive is working. Yay, Cheer Mom. Peaceable, non-petty problem resolution? It's a new age in cheerleading. Speaking of, K came home concerned that some of her pom pom routine is a bit too much booty shaking and not enough pom-pomming. Not entirely sure what I can do about that. Luckily, this is one that will only be performed for other girls at summer camp. But, sadly, the world of cheer involves quite a bit of swinging hips and short skirts. We've talked a lot about modesty in a sport that encourages the opposite. Hello, real life. Didn't think I'd be introducing you to my daughter in the eighth grade, but I guess times, they are a-changin'. I feel like I should have the NBC "The More You Know" playing in the background as I type.
Just a few more school related activities and then all the summer fun begins! Each of the kids will be going to two camps (thanks grammie) and in less than three weeks, Chris and I are taking a little vacation ourselves. Woo hoo. Bring on summer - I can't wait.
Current mood: EXCITED - vacation in less than three weeks!!
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