Today was the first Pop Warner football game; hence, it was Iz's first day of cheerleading. And, she did a damn good job, too! Nathan, you would have been proud of your sister, even if you think cheerleading is as bad as my taste in music.
My brother played Pop Warner football for maybe a season if that. So, if I had been to one of my brother's games, I didn't remember it at all. Today was a totally new experience. The crowds, the enthusiasm and, most importantly, the kids and the parents. It was so cute to see these little 5-year-old guys dressed up in their football uniforms. I had already gotten used to the cheer "cuteness," but the little dudes totally overwhelmed me today.
So, here is cheer cuteness.
This little guy was too cute; he was the smallest one on the team, but he should so be in pictures!
Um, okay, when I took this I thought he had to go to the bathroom. Turns out the guy was, err, injured. (I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist!)
One of my neighbors, who is the mother of three boys, has a Broncos sticker on her mini-van. I thought that one or all of her boys must play. Wasn't I floored today when I saw her out with her husband coaching the team that their sons were on!
Apparently, in the the Little Dude league of football, you play on half a football field with, what looked like, a shared goal at one end. There were tons of these little guys running around, and most pleasantly suprising, were the parents, like my neighbor, running around after them and supporting them. I'm not a football person, but I have to tell you, it was a beautiful thing to watch and participate in.
At one point, Iz ventured up from her cheer group (and I was expecting her to tell me that she had to pee), ducked under the rope that kept the crowd off the track and away from the playing field, came up to me where I was sitting in the bleachers, got right in my face and then said, "Mom, are we still going to Sephora this afternoon?!?!??" I told her we were, and she said, "Okay," turned around and went back to join the squad. Yes, I didn't take the wrong baby home from the hospital, did I?
Oooo, shaga, laga, Steve and Brenda!
Sometimes Being Called an Animal Can Totally be a Good Thing: I was going to bike on my own today, which would have been an easy 25 miles doing the rail trail up and back. (But, it ended up being a WICKED hilly 30 miles!) About 20 minutes before I was going to leave, I got an email from Bill saying that he was free to bike. I told him I was going out in 30 minutes. He asked me if I could wait 60 minutes, and I said that it was possible. After I met him, we bumped into Bob in Groton. As we stood there chatting with Bob, Russ and two other women Bob knew cycled by. Bill introduced me to them by saying, "This is Jean." Then Bob said, "She's an animal!" Several years ago, I might have taken offense at being called an "animal," but, today, I love it. <3
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