Friday at gymnastics
Our crazy adventure Friday night...
Hubby is a soccer coach. He's got two U12 teams - boys and girls. The two teams were in an indoor soccer tournament this past weekend. We were planning to drive up Saturday morning stay the night and come home after the tournament Sunday. As the weekend got closer, there was a major snowstorm in the forecast late Friady night and early Sturday morning. So, we decided to try to head over the mountain before the storm rolled in. Never a good idea because it usually doesn't work. He had talked to his team manager and they told him they had already gone over and everything was fine and that three other girls were on their way as well. So we decided to go. We drove straight into the storm. Asheville, NC to Greeneville, TN is a pretty straight shot north, around an hour, maybe a little less. You have to go over a pretty steep mountain to get across the state line though so it curves on the way up and then it curves back down. We were lucky to hit 10 MPH on the way there. The highway was covered with a thick layer of snow and it was windy and coming down so hard that you could barely see anything in front of you.
As we were leaving the house, Boogie Man fell asleep, I was so relieved until 30 minutes into the drive, just as we're starting to hit bad weather he wakes up. Understatement of the year: The boy HATES his carseat. So, we endured a 3 1/2 hour drive in the dark, over a mountain, through a blizzard with a screaming baby and a toddler singing Jingle Bells at the top of her lungs in an effort to cheer him up. At least we got a good story, right? Oh yeah, and I almost forgot an hour into the drive (dark, on top of the mountain, nowhere to stop...) Sunshine starts fussing because she's "oh sopping wet" a chant which she repeats over and over most of the trip. About the time we make it to the TN line she announces that her shirt is "oh sopping wet." We finally arrive at the hotel and sure enough, her diaper has leaked so bad that the entire back of her skirt and shirt are drenched. Poor girl.
Saturday was the girls' tournament. This was the road we had to take to get there. The City of Greeneville did not get their salt shipment before the storm came in so they had no way of clearing the roads. They were trying to scrap, but it was just packing the snow down even more and making it slicker and icier to drive on.
She kept leaning over the wall and yelling at Daddy. "Hey Daddy, hey! Look, I gotta pretzel. Daddy! Hey!" It was the cutest thing ever! She'd get really excited whenever someone would score too. She was stomping and jumping up and down and yelling "GOOOOOAAAAL!"
Sunday we had the boys' tournament. Hunter got to sit in a highchair for the first time at lunch. He was so excited to see what was going on!
And yesterday we went "sliding in a 'now" as my sweet Sunshiney girl would say. She is absolutely fearless!
The first thing she said when I went to get her up yesterday morning was "Mommy, it snowed; I'm gonna go make a snowman!"
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