Saturday Race
Marshal has been preparing for a running relay with a team of 12 from work. It is a good motivator for getting himself back in shape, besides the once a year military fitness test, PRT. Although I wasn't excited about the drain on time and energy involved in a big race, it has served its purpose in getting Marshal out of bed at dawn to run in the mornings. This weekend our hometown had a Fathoms of Fun festival, and I mentioned to Marshal the night before that there was a fire dept sponsored 5K Hotfoot race. There were some 50-75 yd dashes for the kids as well. So we rose early to register and enter the races. I did not don running shoes myself; I was geared with water bottles and camera.
Starting Line of 5K - Marshal has a bit of sun on his red-head, blue shirt about three rows back.
Lydia being beat off the line of the 50 yd dash. She gave that fellow 5-year-old a run for his money.
Gabe bolted right out of his shoe at the starting line of the 75 yard dash. He so wanted to impress his race-running dad. Mom had him ill-equipped in running shoes. Gabe was so disappointed as he scuffled through the race. We were so relieved he wasn't hurt, for he looked like a bird with a broken wing. Thankfully only his racing spirit was broken for now.
Regular June Visitors
First Music Recital
Gabe and Lydia took a group music class once a week offered to home-schoolers. There were four students in their class from February to June. They learned tempo, forte and piano, the musical staff, are learning to read notes on the treble clef, gained an introduction to all the instrument families, and had hands on with percussion instruments, guitar, keyboards, violin, flute, clarinet, and recorders. They have been mastering their flutophones and had their first recital in June, playing songs such as BA Robot, HeeBeeGeeBee, Merrily We Rock Along, and singing Frere Jacques. Now they are playing more well-known pieces such as It's Raining, Old MacDonald, Ode to Joy, When the Saints Go Marching In, and Amazing Grace.
Coach-Pitch
Gabe didn't have much coach-pitching during his inning in the last games of Little League. He was one serious pitcher, loving the game, and unaware of the spectacular talent he possessed. He just exclaimed happily that he threw strikes just as the coach had asked him to do!



One Giant Pizza at the Closing Party
Everyone gets a trophy nowadays, to the delight of minor players.
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