So not that it really means anything to me at the end of the day, because I really don't stress standardized testing (although I do think it serves an important purpose to some degree, but that's another post), Luke did wonderfully on all three tests he took in 5th grade. He is also in Compacted Math, which in our district is a level of math where the students learn all of the 5th grade math curriculum plus 1/2 of the 6th grade math curriculum, all during their 5th grade year. It is a step between regular 5th grade math and GT. And, he gets all As in it.... easily. My little smarty pants. ;-) He is growing up so much, and has changed quite a bit in the last year or so, but we really couldn't be more proud of him. Parent screw up story.... Luke has been taking golf lessons for quite some time now, and has played with us several times, but has never actually competed in a tournament. So, I asked his instructor for suggestions and he gave me some. I signed Luke up for one yesterday. We were very excited to see how it went. Brett started to get a big nervous leading up to it that Luke may not be as good as some of the competition, so I had a talk with Luke about how it didn't matter how well he did, and don't get discouraged, and we don't really care what the results are, we just want a sort of baseline to see where we are with things. SO. Brett gets to be his caddie... great father/son time, right? Well it was around 100 degrees yesterday, but worse than that, the boy that Luke was paired with is ranked 1st in the state and 18th in the country!! Seriously. In the end, that kid shot an 87 or something, and came in SECOND! (Just so you know, Luke shot a 146.... ouch... thank goodness we had that talk, huh?) So the silver lining-- the family of the boy kind of took Luke and Brett under their wing (clearly they had some experience at this) and helped them navigate their first tournament. When we were leaving, Brett went over to thank the mom for her help, and she was talking to another guy that gave us great info on the North Texas Junior PGA. This organization is a stepping stone from lessons to full on tournaments. Slower paced, shorter yardage, team points, etc. (Would have been handy to know about last week... ugh.) So I've looked into that for Luke. The BEST part of this whole story?? Although there were some not-so-great moments during the tournament, Luke held his head high, kept in pretty good spirits, finished the tournament, and most importantly.. does not want to give up golf! Haha! No seriously though, to go out there and just get your butt whooped in the heat and just keep on truckin' takes some maturity in my mind. Brett and I talked last night about how proud of him we were/are, and I told Luke today. I know some grown men who wouldn't have handled that with as much bravery as Luke did. ;-) (Side note: he did go get in the car and ask me to go tell the guy handing out medals, that Ryan had a soccer game and we had to leave (not true). They actually called out names and scores, and Luke didn't want to have to go through that... can't blame him there....) Hopefully coming up soon I can tell some great Luke golf stories and post pictures of him with smiles and medals. :-)
A quick funny Jacob story:
I have a cute little chalkboard in my kitchen that I write different things on, usually something cheesy and sweet to be totally honest. Sat morning, I had "Everyone deserves kindness" written on the board because that has been a sort of buzz word in our house lately. We have talked about how everyone deserves to come home to a family that shows them kindness. There are two members of my family that needed this reminder... I'll let you guess which two.... ;-) Anyway, often on weekends Brett & I sleep in, and sometimes Jacob gets up early. This Sat he got up at 6:01 am (I have to be exact, because if I rounded off the time, I would quickly and sternly be corrected by Jacob), so by the time I got up Jacob was really wound up. We were trying to get breakfast (coffee please!) and get moving, so I gave Jacob his meds and tried to get him to settle, with no luck. After about 20 min of repeating myself, I finally told him to go back to his room or my room and relax (this gives time for those meds to kick in, and everyone is happier). Jacob went walking through the kitchen, stops to look at the chalkboard, mumbles to himself "everyone deserves kindness" very sarcastically, and throws over his shoulder at me "You're not showing me much kindness right now!"
I was going to write about Ryan's feet and soccer, but I'll save that for later. :-)
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