My kids always get picked first!

Before you think this is a bragging post (which it will be, eventually, because honestly my kids are awesome and I want to document it thoroughly while they are 6 and 8 so that when they’ve snuck out and watered down the Jim Beam when they’re fifteen, I can remember the good ‘ol days.) this isn’t really a bragging post.

 

It’s not like they’re getting picked first for a kickball team (I have no idea, do kids even do that anymore?)

 

But no, my kids get picked first for the rotation. Liam is first in his gymnastics team. Not because he’s the best (er, love him and his gymnast ways, but he’s really not the best, though he does a wicked center-splits pancake thing that makes all the grown-ups gasp) but because he’s the calmest. He has this carefree air, doesn’t get too worried about his performance, not anxious (though he tells me that he does get nervous at meets), and he knows his routines. And, well, somebody’s got to go first.

 

The problem is, somebody’s mother has to have her CAMERA out and READY when somebody goes first, and sometimes that mother is a little slow on the uptake (or gabbing with the other mothers, or reading a book, or updating facebook on her phone. You’ll have to forgive her, gymnastics meets are exceptionally long affairs and they are numerous. Mommy must multitask.) 

 

I thought this was a uniquely Liam phenomenon, but it turns out Anastasia is afflicted with the same disease!

 

On Mother’s Day is the kids very first piano recital, and the piano teacher picked Anastasia to go first. I think it’s because Anastasia has been gleefully practicing her introduction with the piano teacher’s little portable microphone/amplifier at lessons the last few weeks. LOUDLY. And confidently! Because, hey, what six year old girl isn’t loud and confident with a microphone?

 

Heaven help us tomorrow at the recital, when Anastasia will open it by belting out, “My name is Anastasia, I am six years old. First I will be playing Yankee Doodle Dandy, then I will be playing Supercalifragilisticexpiolodocious.” And I better go warm up the camera batteries now.