Friday, April 25, 2008
Roo-girl rocked the house.
She made it onto the squad --
Broken arm and all.
Oh, and somebody please hold me. My little girl is now a high school cheerleader.
Well, she will be as soon as practice starts.
Which will be pretty soon. There's a parent meeting in a week or so, and then: LAUNCH.
I'm very proud -- and not just a little nervous. Those will be BIGGER girls who will be tossing my baby a zillion miles into the air.
Speaking of proud and nervous, as the week of Passover begins to draw to a close, I leave you with this little extra haiku'ishness:
After three days, I
dropped the kids off at the pool.
Fruit compote does work.
Yes, my mother is very proud. Why do you ask?