Tag Archives: cheer

Up too late

Once again I sit up in the chair because laying down makes my jaw throb even worse!  It’s late, already tomorrow, or today, whatever!  I have to get up in 5 hours to wake Boo up and get ready for school.  Brian has been a wonderful dad and husband these past two days, taking care of everything and everyone’s schedules so I could zone out in pain.  He drew the line tonight though.  He told Boo that one thing he will not do is go to the store and buy her cheerleading underwear. 

Her first game is tonight, so they are privileged to wear their cheer uniforms to school.  They do have to wear long pants under the skirt, because the skirt doesn’t fit dress code length policy.  (Why is it OK for them to wear it at the game?  Good question…)  As she’s getting everything ready, she can’t find her spanky’s.  That would be her briefs that she wears under the skirt, a very good thing to have, especially since she is a flyer.  But daddy drew the line at going and buying those!  So that is on my list of things to do, as well as get some black nail polish for her.  (School colors are red, white and black.)  Apparently there are too many shades of red, so they chose black. 

Hoping the pain meds kick in soon and I can get some sleep.  Waiting on a call from the oral surgeon to see what he says.  It would be nice to get a quick appointment and be done with all of this. 

On a side note, Brian gave the boxer, Logan, a hot dog.  He has terrible gas!!!!

Cheer Speak

Cheerleaders wear uniforms, not costumes.

It is a squad of girls, not a team. 

( This is for any mom out there who doesn’t know the cheer lingo.  Hopefully I can help you before you embarrass your daughter.  It’s too late for me!)

My daughter, the cheerleader…

Last week was difficult.  We had smiles, conflicts, tears, and drama.  Brooke and her friend A had cheer practice twice and then try outs on Friday.  The conflicts were with dance, which I had feared wouldn’t go well.  I’m still a bit upset about how things were handled, but praying about how to respond. 

The tryouts went well, except she committed the one cardinal sin of a cheerleader.  Apparently you’re not supposed to say WOOOO.  And she did… 

I want you to try it yourself.  Do a little cheer and try to finish it with something other than Woooo.  It’s hard isn’t it? 

The results were supposed to be posted at 8:00 p.m.  We went and waited in the rain for an hour before they actually posted the results.  The wait was grueling and nerve racking to say the least.  It’s not something we are accustomed to at all.  My baby girl has been dancing since she was two years old, so that’s all we know.  This is a whole different crowd we’re dealing with. 

The results were in, and she made it.  She made it, and she was upset and crying.  Terribly sad and stricken.  How does a mom respond to that and make it better?  Well, prayer and chocolate of course!  See, there’s fall cheerleaders and winter cheerleaders.  Brooke wanted fall, and was chosen for winter.  Her friend A was chosen for fall.  I think it’s great because I really don’t understand football all that much, and it’s played outside in the cold and rain.  We’ll be inside a warm gym watching basketball, and she’ll have a floor to do her stuff on.  Daddy told her Indiana is known for their hoops anyway.  She has some friends on the same squad, and her friend who is a boy  told her all the kids go to the basketball games.  Now she’s excited!  We’re really proud of her too.  Out of 24 girls, only 16 were chosen and she was one of them.  Go Brooke!!!!!