Cheerleading

So, as you can tell from the last post, we have been started cheerleading this fall. The Moo really wanted to do it as many of her friends participated last year, and since the Moo wanted to do it, the Bean wanted to do it too! They seem to be enjoying themselves and they have wonderful coaches. True to their respective personalities--I call the Moo my OCD baby and the Bean my ADD baby--the Moo is very focused and reads over her cheers in her spare time, and the Bean will stop mid cheer and say things like "Look, a butterfly!" or get suddenly fascinated by a blade of grass.

Here is what the Moo thinks about cheerleading: "It's good. It's great for footballplaying. The pep rally was great and a great education. It made you think more about getting ready for games and more things. I like practicing because you learn more cheers."

I would tell you what the Bean thinks about cheerleading but she is sounds asleep right now. She had a terrible accident last week after her practice had finished up but before the Moo's had ended. Dad took over to play on the playground while Mom watched the Moo working on the pep rally dance all of the C league squads were performing together. Mom would periodically glance over to see how the Bean was doing, and the last time she did this she saw Dad yelling for her and the Bean lying on the ground crying. It turned out that Dad had been holding the Bean on the monkey bars, but she had suddenly let go when his grip had relaxed a little. The Bean fell about four feet, landing on her feet and then back. Dad picked her up to comfort him and the Bean started freaking out, saying "I can't feel my legs and I can't move my legs." That is when Dad started freaking out.

The Bean was a trooper, laying perfectly still on the grass while we called the paramedics and she was so brave as the put on the C collar and boarded her up to stabilize her. She was scared but excited to go in an ambulance! By the time we got underway to the hopsital feeling had returned to her legs and she had calmed down, but the ER doctor (whose son goes to the girls'school!) was concerned about possible kidney damage, so we had a CAT scan. In the end, all was fine, but it was a scary night!!

When she returned to practice two nights later, on the way to the field, the Bean asked me "When do I get to ride an ambulance again??!!!"

I told her never. Never never never never!!!