Today was Zach's last race of the season. He was not too happy when I made him run because he missed his race and had to run with the Varsity. He thought I would just let him go home. DUH, I'm the mom I made him run and threaten him with everything he treasures the most, the video games and everything electronic. He tried everything to get out of running, he pouted, he was really a Butt, that's putting it nicely, he avoided warming up and complained because it was cold, which it was but, he wasn't not running the last race. We argued and had very serious not nice talks. By the time they were lining up to start he wouldn't even look at me. The show down was on between the two of us. You would think he would have learned by now, he wont win. So off he went, he was so mad at me he ran his best race yet on that course and beat a varsity guy from anther school. I should have made him mad at me a long time ago, who knows what he would have done then. So with quick congrats to him for his new Personal Best, I was off to dance with Zara
She started her Jazz class today. This was nothing like ballet or tap, which she now takes on Thurs. Today's class she was not to confident in, but was a trooper and stuck it out. She was so lost with some of the moves but by the end of the class was looking some what like she should. She tried to do everything like ballet, but they kept correcting her, oh and she kept turning backwards, who's to know what she was thinking with that. They started their dance for the Christmas show, Way Cute if I do say so. She has no idea how to do some of the steps but she sure does have the attitude the teacher was looking for, I think it comes with the girl genes. When we got to the car she said ' mama, I just feel like a toy in there' So next week is another class, filled with all new steps and techniques. Hopefully she continues to like it.