Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Ballahs!

Last Saturday was Rob's kids' first basketball game. Dalan played at 8:30a... Yeah, we didn't make that game. But the two older girls played later, and we went to that one.


Well, Aubrey played. Jordan sat on the bench with her broken wrist. She broke it earlier in the week during suicides at b-ball practice. She didn't even haver her hard cast on yet. I was proud of her for dressing down and supporting her team though.


Rob told her that she "earned her stripes with him." I guess when she fell and broke it, she stopped, went to her dad, and said her wrist hurt. He said she was fine, and she went back to running suicides until the coach said, "Uh, Dad, you may want to look at this." I guess you could see it was broken. Wow. What a girl... Way to go, Rob!

The girls are getting a late start in basketball if you consider their all-star parents. Needless to say, Aubrey was lost this game. She kept her hands at her side and did everything she could to avoid getting the ball and getting rid of is ASAP when she did. I think she was really afraid of making a mistake.


Sheri was teaching her some pointers on the outside hoops after the game. She is amazing! Those girls are going to get it in no time if they tap their parental resources.


Maddy was playing photographer during the game. I had to crop them a little, but she didn't do bad.


Look at this cute, little munchkin!


Dalan, on the other hand is a NATURAL baller! He has no fear, and the skill is just there. His age plays on the 8' hoops, but he doesn't need them. He shoots on the 10' just fine.


He practices with his team, and then practices with the 13 year olds right after. He is buddies with the coach's kid, so he gets to play/practice whenever he wants when he's coaching. He's middle of the pack with the older kids.


He plays until he's beyond pooped and still wants to play some more. I didn't know a love for b-ball could be genetic. It's crazy. Rob's been feeding him football his whole life because of how huge he's going to be, but the second this kid gets a basketball in his hands, he's like a fish to water.


Watch out, LeBron!

Friday, March 18, 2011

Moody Maddy

I love to notice things about my nieces' and nephews' personalities - especially how they change and grow over the years. Often times when I am with them, I tend to reminisce to them about things they did or what they were like when they were little. It's more with the older kids that I do this with. One day a month or so ago, I was telling Jordi or Aubrey somethings about when they were babies or little. All the kids were listening and would laugh when I told them the stories. Maddy could see how fun it was to hear about how one was when they were younger, so she asked me, "What did I used to do when I was little?"

Well, she's still little - 5 - so I tried to think of something that would be interesting for her to hear about herself. I came up with, "When you were little, you used to get really mad over just about anything. Someone would just look at you and you would scowl, frown, lower your head and walk away, and that's why your Uncle TJ gave you the nick-name 'Moody Maddy'"


All the kids, including Maddy laughed, but Maddy stopped short and got a contemplative look on her face. She then said in her little, high voice (that just makes you want to pinch her cheeks), and with a smirk on her face "I still do that!"


Then we all really laughed. Only one as cute as she could get away with that kind of moody.