My son Drew was in the marching band this year. I finally had a reason to go to the high-school football games. I am afraid that I didn’t pay much attention to the actual game. Football has never penetrated much beyond the hair follicle level of my brain. I may have been somewhat irritating to the “serious fans” sitting around me as I chatted and laughed and generally paid zero attention to what was happening on the old grid iron when the players were doing whatever it is they do. But you better watch out during half time! If you dared to stand up in front of me to go get some popcorn or talk so loudly that I can’t hear my trumpeter playing the theme song from ET followed by a Lady Ga Ga medley, I would not hesitate to cut you!
My senior was a homecoming king candidate this year. I know, the whole thing is a pretty silly tradition. I don’t know why these kind of things continue to exist, but holy moly, did the candidates ever have a great day.
They got to ride around in golf carts in a parade and participate in a game day pep rally which had a “Hunger Games” theme. The candidates were the tributes. In the above pictures Calder is trying to make his partner candidate as white as possible.
Before the king candidates could begin to transform their partners, they had to find a backpack containing all the necessary “whitening” supplies somewhere in the gymnasium. As all the male candidates ran frantically around the gym trying to find the right backpacks, one of Calder’s friends yelled out from the stands, “Here Calder!” and threw a backpack down to him.
Calder yelled back, “Thanks!” and ran with the backpack over to his partner to begin to turn her as white as possible, but when he opened the backpack, he discovered that it was only full of books and homework! His friend had just thrown down his regular backpack! So Calder had to run around the gym again trying to find the right backpack. He found it pretty quickly and then he had to make up some serious time as the rest of the candidates had already gone to work.
As you can see…
Even with his late start he managed to win this round.
He applied great gusto to turning his partner all white (the poor girl!).
Who knew my super cautious, extremely tentative, tightly wound first born child could apply himself to a task with such gleeful abandon?!?!?
Calder did not win the title “Homecoming King”, but it was a really fun day for him.
One he is not likely to ever forget.
Ethan tried out for the school play this fall. He has really caught the theater bug. This will be his third show in less than a year. He did a community Theater production of Guys and Dolls last Spring and over the Summer was “Linus” in You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown.
He is currently working on The Outsiders in which he plays the role of “Soda Pop”. He is my artist and my avid reader and my movie fan. Of the six of us in this house, Ethan and I are the only ones who watch Netflix movies. So Netflix has taken the viewing habits of Ethan which lean towards edgy comedians and action adventure films and all the episodes of Lost, with my tastes for a good English murder mystery that happens on a manicured estate replete with foggy garden and piles of tea cakes and as a result our suggestions tend to be darkly violent English comedies in which Maggie Smith and Judy Dench sit in a garden in big floppy hats while delicate tea cups sit perched in their blood drenched hands. You would not believe how many shows actually fit that weird little niche.
He ended up taking this blond and another Nordic blond foreign exchange student out for late night pancakes after this particular concert.
This whole theater/music thing seems to be working for him.
And this is Jack.
He played football this fall.
A game that after only a few seasons of play, I easily managed to dissuade my other (skinny, slow) boys from playing.
But I don’t know with this one…
He seems to love football much more than his brothers ever did.
I may have to resort of stronger tactics to change his mind.
He also refused to play the trumpet like I suggested and has taken up with the saxophone.
And after a short time of trying to convince him otherwise, I just backed off and let him do what he wanted.
Isn’t it interesting how we parent the younger kids so differently than the older ones?