Omak's 4th grade boys AAU Basketball team..coming off a 4 game losing streak at the Eastmont Tournament. Nice pouty faces boys!
TJ getting ready to block out
TJ shooting a free throw
Finally a break from basketball. The little girls discovered how to call the middle kids (Beau and Halle) who were in the hotel room adjacent to ours. About an hour of "prank" calling later, these two had me in stitches with their hilarious conversations! When you are five, hotels provide endless entertainment. Still on the phone...Finley was in the hall yelling through their door, "WE ARE PRANKING YOU!" Yes, she's so subtle and discreet.
The boys played 3 full games on the first day-they were exhausted.
Ready for day two!
Taking another break. What did we do before ipads?
Sweet bunny ears from Beau!
After the tournament...a delicious lunch at Costco so I could load up on groceries. Costco pizza lunch...best deal on earth!Can we go home now? I'm crazy from spending an enormous amount of time in a gym!
TJ's first basketball tournament was pretty fun! We lost every game-some by only a few points, and others by a lot of points. Either way, it was a good learning experience for the boys and I was proud of how hard TJ hustled. TJ gets a lot of playing time-when he's not in foul trouble (It has taken him a while to distinguish basketball from his favorite contact sport) so by Sunday he was tired!
This experience reinforced one very apparent thing to me-parents need to relax! Ten year old boys are children...and we need to chill out on the yelling, complaining, uber-competitiveness that seems to ooze from the pours of parents who are obsessed with sports. If parents would give 1/2 of the time/effort they focus on their child's sports to their child's grades/academics, I think so many kids would be way better off. And this from someone who is married to super-competitive sports man..but even he agrees.
BTW...we didn't abandon our middle child...Beau is on a photo-strike. He currently refuses to have his picture taken..unless it includes sticking out his tongue, crossing his eyes, or doing bunny ears on someone else. He also spent 90% of this weekend crawling under the bleachers looking for loose change-not exactly a photo opportunity.