Sports Day

It hit me just now that I never posted pictures of Jordyn's sports day this year!! How could I? I think I will do just that.

So here's the deal. As most know, Jordyn just started at her new school last term. That means several great things (i.e. Jordyn is much happier, showing greater progress, showing huge advances in confidence, etc), but it also means some really irritating things (i.e. we have NO idea how things run around the place and, as it isn't the beginning of the school year no one thinks to tell us ANYTHING!!!). For instance, for about the first week or two of school, I would stand at the door and ring the bell and wait for someone to let us in at drop off. Somehow, I never noticed that lots of parents were able to get in. But they were. Once Jason got home, he quickly discovered that (a) we were allowed to know the code and (b) what the code is. Why didn't someone tell me?? Then we got the school calendar, which, I'm quite convinced, is actually written in a different language which looks deceptively similar to English, but actually is not. Jordyn's teacher kindly supplied us with a copy of said calendar, but neglected to provide some sort of key to deciphering the code words and names that littered the thing. I found myself utterly confused about which events we were supposed to attend...actually, I was confused about what the events were at all. So we relied on Jordyn to tell us stuff, which proved unreliable. She told me that the morning of the Spring Concert she was supposed to be dropped at the church super early. Um, nope. She neglected to tell us about her country presentation (which we found out about from other parents, quite by accident I might add). So, the day before her class assembly (important day), she said that we were supposed to go along. We didn't really believe her. That morning I got all dressed for the gym (pony tail, no make up, gym shorts, trainers) and dropped her at school only to discover that she'd been right this time. I was informed that I had roughly 30 minutes to wait around until the event. That was just enough time to ride my bike home and turn around and come back in the car so that I could drive to the class I had booked later that morning. So I finally walk in for this assembly, still in my shorts and pony tail, to find all the other parent's in suits, ties, and skirts. UGH!

Anyway, all this to say that we were told where sports day was to be held, but I guess people thought we knew where the place was. I had the brilliant idea of using Google, which we did. Ya, um, I guess that the college playing grounds aren't actually AT the college. UGH! Then we had to figure out where the college playing grounds actually were, which wasn't very easy since all the teachers and office staff were at the field and not in the office to answer calls and, therefore, our question. We drove here, we drove there. I finally went into the reception office at the college and asked, at which point Jason simultaneously called the upper school and asked them. AHA, we knew where to go. About 30 minutes later we finally arrived (even though it was only about 2 miles. Yep, traffic is that bad).

Jordyn was a little irked with us when we got there, but we made it there and were already on our way to recovering from the unavoidable marital strife that accompanies aimlessly driving around very busy streets with no idea where you're going while you're already super late for your daughter's important day. Yep, we pasted on the smiles.

Jordyn didn't win any of her races, poor kid. She's not exactly the sportiest type. That's alright. I'm proud of her for giving it her all. Plus, she looked super cute in her tight blue shorts, pulled up in a rather Urkel-esque sort of way, with her way-too-big polo tucked in, which created a very amusing mass of bulges around her waist. She's such a sweet kid.

My race wasn't much better than hers, to be honest. I think just running would have been shameful enough. No, us mums had to race with tennis balls balanced on tennis rackets. Not exactly my thing. Why can't us moms have a sparring match or something? Ya, everyone could gather around us in a big circle and yell "fight, fight, fight" and the last mom standing can win the blue ribbon. I think that maybe I'd do alright in that situation.

Maddy won her race. She was very pleased. All the dads were really competitive as well. Jason said a lot of them remembered which dad won last year and who was fast, etc. Guess what?? Jason won. He's the super fast, cool dad. Shocker. I think he was more pleased with himself than he'd be willing to admit. Their blue ribbons are still hanging in the kitchen.

So, that's it I guess. We are proud of our little, sweet Jordyn and our fast daddy and Maddy. Now I'd better attach those pics and get cleaned up so I can go get the kids from their little club this afternoon.