Well, seems like just as fast as it started, its over. Swim team officially ended with the banquet tonight. Cj didn't want to go, but went because we insisted. Once there, he realized they had food. And not just country club food, but real food! Kid food! They had hamburgers, hotdogs, all the lemonade you could drink and trays and trays of chocolate chip cookies! And best of all....brownies with powdered sugar sprinkled all over them! Oh my, every kids dream. Just when he started getting into it, more surprises! The head coach, the amazing Coach Tommy, makes a speech and then starts giving out awards. Cj is sitting on the edge of his seat with excitement. Then, they call his name! "7 and 8, boys, CJ RAGSDALE!" Oh wow! He runs (yes, literally runs) up to the stand and the amazingly gorgeous Coach Lauren (his age group coach) hands him a trophy! Not just your generic trophy - it has his name on it and, as he brought to everyone's attention, they spelled his name right! But that wasn't all, he got two ribbons from City Meet from yesterday. Yes, Shane, one was pink, but this time, he accepted it with dignity. I was proud. After all the trophys were handed out they brought out three other awards. The "coaches awards". One went to a little girl that was in the 6 and under division that always had a smile on her face, even when swimming got hard. Another went to a little girl that was older, but had an awesome attitude. And yes, the last one went to Cj. Our little swimmer was awarded for having the most determination and improved the most from first practice. They noted that he was at every practice and every meet and always excited to swim in whatever they asked him to. We were so proud. Here's a pic for all you "Coach Lauren" fans....you know who you are.....
Coach Tommy, Cj and Coach Lauren








Mike seems to be doing ok. I don't think it was one of those poisonous ones. If it was, we'll know soon enough....just kidding, you guys. It's not poisonous, just painful. One thing I can say about my family is that we put the "fun" in dysfunctional!




The Pathfinders Band got us started each night with awesome praise and worship! They really rocked the house and of course all the fun at the pool, the lake and the Amazing Race challenges provided me with the realization that I'm not (as Beck says) a spring chicken anymore. I'm suffering this morning with a little "whip lash" from the blob. Its a big, blown up, mound of terror at the lake. You jump on it from about 50ft up, then scoot to the end (which proved to be a task for me!) then someone about 50lbs heavier than you jumps on the opposite end and it launches you off into the lake. Well, I neglected to tuck and my old neck bones weren't expecting such a jolt! There was the zip line and a 100ft slide, all of which I took part in. Yeah, I'm going to the store for some Ibuprofen a little later, but I can't wait til next year!


Cj getting a little "congrats" from his coach!

Then we went blackberry picking. J-Dawg once told me that in life, there are hunters and gatherers. J-Dawg is a hunter and so is Mike, but I guess I'm a gatherer. Unless you count the two pigs and a deer I shot over Christmas break. Then I'm both. BUT, we took the kids to the camp in Clinton and picked blackberries. It was 600 deg outside and we all brought back more bug bites than berries. Thank you, South LA! 