The Youth Center was offering cheerleading lessons for kids 4-12, and Natalie asked if she could do them. I said yes, because she was so excited about it. (The Youth Center, by the way, is this awesome place on military bases. It offers childcare, opportunities for sports, and kids 10 and over can hang out with friends playing pool, ping pong, video games, etc..)
Natalie seemed to catch onto the cheers quickly. I'd be completely lost. I'd turn right when we were meant to turn left. I'd trip over my feet. But Natalie? She didn't fall over. Well. I lie. She did once, because she is mine.
Her first game was last weekend.
"Make sure you give me a high ponytail. Cheerleaders have high ponytails," she told me matter-of-factly.
I tried my best, but I couldn't figure out a high ponytail. It was sort of a middle of the head ponytail.
"This doesn't seem right," Natalie said glumly.
I think she was still miffed about it, because as we walked to the Youth Center, she went way ahead of me. I offended her. See that pink speck with the poms? That's her.
She seemed to have fun at the game. They cheered for 7 and 8 year olds playing basketball. (There's her low ponytail on display.)
Here's part of a cheer. She's the one at the end doing a leg kick that would cause me to be incapacitated for a week.
Her next game is tomorrow.
Maybe I'll figure out how to do a proper high ponytail.