Wednesday, May 20, 2009

A week later

and his eyes still look bad. He threw up so hard and so many times that he popped blood vessels all over his face and in his eyes.

He's now convinced that someone went all Tonya Harding on him and poisoned his food so he couldn't compete at districts.

Ummmm...Ok, Joe. I'm sure that is not exactly what happened.

We attended the end of season ice cream sandwich dessert potluck for track tonight. He only lost MVP by five points, which meant if he had not been sick during districts, he probably would have won.

He took it gracefully, I'm proud to say. Of course, I'm taking all the credit, must have been my little pep talk that did the trick. He even received the award for Best Distance Runner, not too shabby, if I do say so myself which I am.

The MVP winner? After receiving his award, he loudly announced,

"What can I say? I'm just a great athlete!"

Thankfully, I'm mature enough not to have said "And you have a big head too." Although I wanted to


1 comment:

rachel said...

this post just kills me. as a mom, you want so badly for your kiddos to do well, to succeed, to feel proud of themselves - but not like that one kid, ew! - and then for "life" to happen and throw a monkey wrench in the whole thing... is soooooooooo hard. good for you for giving him a peptalk. and good for him for taking it so gracefully.

his poor eye! delaney had that from her journey through the birth canal. her siblings didn't pave the way as well as we'd hoped.