A Day of Firsts

Sunday, Sept. 12th was a day of firsts. Maddi crawled for the first time.... at church. They brought her over later so we could see her do it live. The enticement we used.... the cell phone of course. Then we went over to the other son's house and their youngest walked for the first time for a few steps. It was also the first time the husband has made his Sunday chocolate chip cookies with peppermints. I mean literally peppermints .... the red and white striped little orbs. Stacy had some in her flour to keep it fresh and Mr. Kiester just scooped away apparently not noticing until they were baked in. Of course he did have a lot of little extra helping hands, so I guess that might have caused him not to notice. They were "different" and very flat. In fact when we stopped by today... there were still some on the counter... and that's just not natural.

It was also the first Sunday in our new house where we actually came home after church and sat on our couch and relaxed. We just chilled and did our puzzles. It was the first time I felt like we were going to make it and things were going to be okay even if we still have some unpainted walls and projects that are keeping us from unpacking the remaining boxes and hanging pictures. We did hang one picture... just to feel "normal" again. It did help. Tonight we spread mulch around the newly planted shrubs from this weekend and retrieved the last of things from Jeremy's garage. Jason's garage still has a few things in it, but we were watching our daughter's two little boys, so we cut the trip short and just did the one pickup load tonight.

I'm reading a book that's a true story about a basketball player on a reservation in Montana. She's good. The book is good, but of course the author feels the need to have a potty mouth here and there. He gets a little long winded and self indulgent with his descriptions sometimes too, but I have gone through and axed the boring passages and potty words and I'm reading the edited version (me being the editor) to my class. I am looking up background and current relevant info to go with it as well. It's called Counting Coup. It's a little controversial because some people feel he betrayed the trust of the people he wrote about while he lived there and wrote the story. I would agree that he didn't need to divulge some of the things about the girls. Real life or not. Still... you can tell that this girl has a real love and heart for the game. As a coach you only come across that type of player-- the one who's not just good-- but eats, sleeps, and breaths the games-- also understands it from the X & 0 standpoint. I've been reading about another Indian girl who was ranked 8th in the U.S. last year. Her mom's her coach.

Something tells me I'm not ready to give up this game. But then.... will I ever?