Halu-Halo

First Lesson

I gave my first private lesson today.  

I was very proud.

Correction, I *am* proud.

Not only that my children wanted to learn the sport I know and love best, but today, C was, in fact, able to learn from me.

Never mind that I played tennis for many years, and some of my most proudest moments in high school were of me wearing my cute white tennis skirt, k-swiss shoes and pink rimmed visor; I was more nervous that C wasn't going to feel the tennis love and therefore not learn a lick of it from me.

But at the end of an hour, C learned his forehand and backhand grip, and from half court could actually keep his balls - sort of - in our area.

 

Now I am having dreams of him playing throughout high school and college; I totally am now getting the whole kid-living-a-parent's-dream-thing.  I am already thinking of getting myself a gajillion more tennis balls and a ball hopper so I can do drills with him.

I know, I know, but I can't help it.  When he started asking about when our next lesson should be, I got excited.  When he asked to learn all of the rules in tennis, my heart went a-flutter.  And we watched Wimbeldon today and he yelled when Sharapova double faulted, I almost scooped him up to kiss him.  

I thought to myself, could it be? - I carried him, I bore him, I fed him, and now he is following in my footsteps!?  That he will be the next tennis sensation?   

I know, I KNOW!  I'm getting way ahead of myself.  But can't a Mama ride this maniacal train, even just for tonight?  Please, just let me go to bed thinking of the day my son will take me to Wimbeldon, when I will scream encourage him from those awesome boxed seats, throwing kisses and roses at him when he wins. 

(yes, I promise, I am going to bed now...have a great weekend everyone!)

GGOOAAALLLL!!!!

We were consumed last week watching the World Cup, as I am sure many Americans were.  Since becoming a soccer mom I have learned to like the sport (I'm not very coordinated kicking and running at the same time and never took up the sport as a child), and this household stopped when the U.S. played.

 

That is, except for the standard every two hour refrigerator raid and me finally completing this:

 

Pattern: Clemence

Needles: Sz 7 circs

Yarn: Marr Haven , appx 3/4 of a skein

(Yes!!!!  A finished knit!!)

I'm a week shy of completing this for a friend's Birthday.  The recipient is a special lady, currently fighting cervical cancer, and who will win it, dammit.  I met her through my sister in law many years ago, but I grew to know her better this last year.  She is a knitter herself and I hope she likes this.  Since I am sure she has received a great many hats this last year, I thought a cowl would be something she could enjoy.

 

Okay, so it looks funny over a short sleeve shirt...but imagine this cowl tucked slightly under a pea coat or trench, this fall and winter.  Yes?  I think it will be just right, and definitely a no fuss solution to a cold neck.

I picked this mauve color for her because she is such a bright spot - incredibly realistic, optimistic, sarcastic and funny.  Reading her blog gives me great perspective in my own personal struggles.  

Hope you like it Steph! 

And here's to meeting our own personal goals, small or extensive, for today or for years down the road.

TGI-ATEOTM

= Thank Gosh It's Almost The End Of The Month 

I know I'm not the only Mother with a schedule like this.  I'm sure those with older children blow mine right out of the water.

Did I mention that I wanted to keep things slow this year? 

In the effort to keep things lighter for us, I told my kids that they could choose one after school activity.  Both boys chose soccer, and the Girl wanted to do soccer as well, and instead was only old enough for kickball.

My kids wanted to do more - scouting, art, etc...and I only agreed to one activity.  But one multiplied by three and here I am, now sunburned from being under the sun.

I'm starting to get the feeling that this is something I cannot avoid. 

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Ah, well, at least I have some reading and knitting time ahead of me.  And more suntanning.