This one was of our more interesting weekends.  We got to attend a square dance on Friday night!!  (James says, "We HAD to go.")  It was with one of the homeschool groups we're a part of.  It actually was quite fun.  Christopher endured some kind of knee injury that involved bumping into some immovable, very hard object and wasn't keen on participating.  (Although I did see him late in the evening flinging a young lady around in the "kid's corner."  Daniela was cute...maybe more about that another time. 

James was quite the participant.  He danced every dance and even danced with some GIRLS.  It didn't seem to matter which girls they were just as long as they wanted to dance.  I even got his last dance when he was boxed out of one of the squares.  (OK, I couldn't resist the pun.)  I had as much fun watching him as I did actually dancing.  It also brought back a lot of memories of when Keith and I first met - many of our first evenings together were spent country western dancing.  It was fun - if you get a chance to go square dancing any time, bow to your pardner and do-si-do....

Christopher woke up with a very sore and swollen knee, but he had a soccer game.  I wasn't sure how fired up he was going to be after all was said and done, but it was his most aggressive game.  He was everywhere.  He was very proud of his hat trick - he scored 3 goals in this game.  I love to watch him when he is totally engaged.

Finally, we had the last race of the season.  Keith and I didn't go because James's coach had offered to take him.  We were up at the crack of dawn to get him to the QuikTrip.  We waited anxiously for James's call.  His start time was 9:31 and we thought he should be done in 20-25 minutes.  It was an 8-mile out and back time trial - the Georgia State Championship.   Finally, he called after what seemed like a really long time.  All the words came out in a massive jumble - something about coming in last, a car crash, having to turn around because it was graphic but he saw no blood.  What?  Slow down and start over.  He was second to start and quickly overtook the guy in front of him.  (In a time trial, they start the riders every 30 seconds.)  About 2 miles into the ride, the officials started yelling at him to slow down and turn around.  He couldn't really understand what they were saying until he realized there had been a car wreck.  He passed the wreck and the officials chased him down and made him turn around.  He was feeling good and, according to his speedometer, was going very fast.  He mosied back to the start thinking they would do it over.  After all, that stopped him halfway.  Only, they didn't.  That was it.  He was disappointed, but he is so good about disappointment.  

As he rode back he said he kept wondering about how that lady could have a one-car crash in such a beautiful day on such a straight road.  We were just thankful it wasn't a one-car/one bicycle crash.

Now the season is over.  We get a few weeks to slow down a bit before the hard training starts for next year's season.  I can hardly wait.