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Addy Talks…. Winning.

With Addy doing competition gymnastics, I have always stressed the importance of doing your best and having fun. It’s not always about winning.

(We have a problem with competitiveness with our little red head.)

Since my half marathons always give medals at the finish line, it was a legitimate question for her to ask if I was going to receive a medal after completing my Tri.

I told her I didn’t know if I would. She informed me that if I didn’t get a medal, she would give me one of hers, because “she didn’t need them all.”

On Saturday morning, we were headed to the race, and she told me this little gem:

“Mommy. I don’t care if you lose. All that is important is that you have fun.”

Right. I guess she WAS listening to all of my pep talks about it.

After I crossed the finish line, she walked with me back to the transition area to get all my stuff and started a conversation that went like this:

“Mommy. Why didn’t you get a medal?”

Me: “Well, they didn’t give finisher medals.”

“Well, THOSE people got them!”

Me: “Yes, they placed in their age group so they got a medal.”

“What does that mean?”

Me: “Well, it means they did their very best so they got a medal. Like what you do in gymnastics. If you didn’t do your best, then you wouldn’t get a medal.” (Very satisfied with my answer.)

“Mommy? Did you not do YOUR very best?” (touche, kid)

Me: “Well…. yes. But their best was better than my best.”

“But WHY didn’t you get a medal?! If you did your best, you should get a medal!”

I feel certain that conversation could have gone round and round for hours, luckily we were interrupted by someone.

I may butt heads with this kid all day long, but man, I love her sassiness!

Alabama vs Penn State.. Our trip to Happy Valley

I’m not really sure why they call it Happy Valley, since it’s in the middle of NOWHERE. But, whatever.
We boarded a chartered bus bound from NYC to Happy Valley for the Penn State game. 
The bus ride was about 5 hours and once we got off the exit, traffic was horrible. Luckily, we had a bus driver that would jump in front of traffic. Pretty sure people hated us. It probably made them feel better that they mooned us. 
Anyway, Here was my game day attire.. 
Dress is from Ellie Crimson 
Necklace: Ellie Crimson
Earrings: Etc. by Nikki 
Shoes: Old Navy


Jay likes to make this face. Don’t hold it against him. 
After our 5 hour bus ride, and our “tour guide” making fun of people on the street and a couple of episodes of Gossip Girl, we made it. 
I was shocked to see people literally tailgating out of the back of their cars.. no tents. Except by the stadium, those peeps had tents. 
And? Girls don’t dress up for games. EVER. I saw more girls in jersey’s than guys. And they looked at me like I dressed for the Prom. Whatever. Don’t hate.

Our seats were about 2 rows from God in the End Zone.. but who cares? We were in Beaver Stadium.
I would like to say that Penn State did their white out game for us. Which I think is the coolest thing in college football. It was completely white sprinkled with crimson. I don’t care who your cheer for.. NO school can do a white out/orange out/black out like Penn State can and the rest of you are posers. Stop copying something awesome. 
The turning of the “S”– which looked wonky towards the 4th quarter since they were leaving. 
 If you didn’t watch the game, then we won. 27-11. We painted their stadium crimson, peeps. 
 The bus ride back was… eventful. We sailed into NYC about 1:30 am. Girl was tired. I tried to sleep on the bus, but between the peeps sitting next to us who were ENTIRELY too drunk and the dude harassing the bus driver about his love life, I got about an hours worth of sleep. And I was FREEZING. Thank God I stole that blanket from Delta airlines on the way up. I may have jumped off the bus otherwise.
Funny story.. You know how drunk people think they are hilarious when they are in fact the most annoying person on the planet, when they have had WAY too much to drink? And all they want is more booze? Well, the passengers talked our bus driver into stopping at a TA to get more beer for everyone and it turns out, we went out of the way to go to the only TA on the way in a dry county. I had a silent laugh and watched the people next to me pass out. John thought for sure they were going to puke. They were THAT DRUNK. We are talking, falling in the floor, climbing into the empty bus drivers seat before we left, and honking the horn. 
I got some good stories out of it anyway.. :)  
Roll Tide!
Next up… I’ll tell you about our NYC trip!! 

Getting my Olympic Outfit Ready

This post is a total brag fest on my 4 year old. 
My little A-A has been invited to join a competition gymnastics squad. Yep. She is the youngest on the team, by the looks of it. Kristy talked to me last week about it a little, and then when we went in on Tuesday, she was all, “here is your packet. Why doesn’t she start tomorrow?” So, we head to the secret gym that I didn’t know existed and are now part of the cool kids club. 
If you follow me on twitter, then you know my Mama Bear has come out more than once about Addy and her gym mates, from bullies to teachers not paying attention to her not getting the coaching I felt she needed. Well, look no more. Because this is basically one on one coaching. This squad won State this year. You know what that means? I better start preparing my “mother of the Olympic athlete” speech. 
Her 45 minutes of gymnastics a week just turned into 3.5 HOURS of gym time. 
This is whole different level, people. These girls are GOOD. It took Addy a little bit to warm up, but within 15 minutes of this class, she had already mastered her back bend. She is totally coachable and I think is super impressed with the bigger girls. It doesn’t hurt that one of her instructors was an Alabama gymnast, either. 
She gets to travel with this squad starting in December. And she was kinda ticked she didn’t get a trophy after Wednesdays practice. But, maybe she will get over it. 
I said she would be the next Dominique Dawes. 
Someone else said what about the next Keri Strug? I said. No. Duh. She hurt her ankle! 
Maybe we can compromise on the next Shawn Johnson. After she competes in the Olympics, she can go on to win the coveted Mirror Ball trophy on DWTS. 
Come on. You know you’d watch. 
Here are some videos from Wednesday’s practice. Maybe we should re-think the Olympics? :) Either way, I am super proud of her for this opportunity. She loves gymnastics so much and it’s a thrill to see her face accomplish something. 
She told me she is ready to learn to switch bars. Umm.. alright. Let’s get on that! 

Untitled from Rachel McPhillips on Vimeo.

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