Last weekend was a doozy for us. Georgia had her Pre-Season soccer tournament - three games scattered around the greater Boston area - and Josie had her hockey State Tournament in Marlboro.
These events were tricky to coordinate, but don't worry! Master Planner Gordy came through with aplomb (as always). Gordy and Josie left for Marlboro around noon on Friday and he handled the games, the gaggle of 11 year old girls and the two nights in the Days Inn and I got Georgia to her soccer games (or to teammates houses where other mothers took her to her game).
In summary: Georgia's team lost their Friday night game, but they won their Saturday afternoon and Sunday pre-dawn games.
Josie's team won their Friday afternoon game, their early-morning Saturday game, their Saturday afternoon game and their Sunday morning game at 6:50am. Sadly, they didn't win the finals on Sunday afternoon, but coming in second place was pretty wonderful, too.
What did Henry do this weekend? Not much - and that was fabulous since he just finished exams and needed a good break.
And so soccer is now beginning while hockey is coming to an end.
Here's how we stand, sports-wise: Henry decided not to play lacrosse this year and instead he is taking tennis. He "made" the third team at his school and seems very happy.
Georgia is still doing both of her year-round sports: soccer and lacrosse.
And Josephine has hockey try-outs this week and then she starts field hockey and we signed her up for a swimming class.
We went to the first swim lesson yesterday and it was a complete bust. I signed her up on-line at the local YMCA which may have the most confusing website and class selection process in the world. All the classes offered are for ages 6 and up. The way you choose your class is to read the description of the various levels. For Josie I chose the Minnow class - you had to be over six (check), be able to do a good crawl (check), a good backstroke (check) and be able to do a decent breast-stroke (check!)
It seemed perfect until we arrived at the lesson and Josie found herself getting into the pool with four seven year-old boys. Josie was not amused and I was not amused when I went upstairs to the front desk and found out that I can't move her into a class with older students because those classes are all full. Josie was by far the best swimmer in the class - probably because she's had four more years to practice - and she was obviously in the wrong class but I'm going to have to come up with some good incentives to get her back to that pool for the rest of the session.
Wish me luck!