I promised photos from the cheer competition a month ago.
And if I promise, of course I must deliver.
Let me first say that this past weekend, the Roo-girl and her tiny band of girls traveled again, this time only for the day, but it was to a theme-park competition.
Let me just say, I HATE competitions held at theme parks. Six Flags especially.
Because not only do you have to pay the entrance fee for the competition itself, but as a spectator you have to PAY TO GET IN THE PARK! Granted it is usually a little bit of a discount for the comp/park ticket, but still. Urgh.
The other reason I detest theme-park comps? Because then you are at a theme park!!! And, of course, the girls don't want to go without riding the rides and making their parents insane!
Feh. Just feh.
Anyway, for this particular comp, I opted to not go (bad mommy, bad). Roo was happy to have me NOT be there (see Chapter 12: "Parents are a drag" in the teen handbook). She went with the coach, leaving at 4 a.m. (yes, you may now guess who got up at 3:30 a.m. to make sure the child was awake) and returned at 8:30 p.m., exhausted but exhilerated.
Because in addition to winning the competition (woot), the girls spent the rest of the day at the park! Oh joy. I would rather have slid bamboo under my fingernails.
OK, OK. It was a good day for her. Not only did the team take first, but Roo and her stunt group took first in the individual stuntdown. And she took second in the toe touch. AND she took first in the tumbledown. Yes, she was the queen of the universe today.
Am I sad that I missed that? Yes. Would I have prefered to go? Nah. She and I are both good with it.
Anyway, as promised, here is my girl in her favorite place -- in the air:
Fortunately, they actually CATCH her when she comes down:
Sometimes re-entry is a little fancier:
Here's another reason I don't breathe while she competes:
So, here's lookin' at YOU, kid!