Basketball

We had the busiest winter of our lives, so far.  Bud had skiing lessons, scouts, debate, and started Jr. Jazz.  Rosie had dance two days a week, Activity Days, and also started Jr. Jazz.  With two basketball practices and two games a week, on top of our other activities, we were always coming or going!

Bud was so excited to play basketball again, and had a great season.  (I already blogged about him in an earlier post).  Rosie really wanted to play and her best friend's mom found an all-girls league.  Rosie took it very seriously and practiced whenever she could.  She also learned the names of all the Jazz players and started watching Jazz games with Jono and Bud.  Rosie scored a basket in the first game of the year and the last game of the year.  She could rebound and steal the ball a few times each game, but the ball got away from her on the fast break.  She vows to practice dribbling in the off-season.

We promised Coleman he can play next year, and he can often be found practicing on our hoop, on days when there is no snow on the court, with Bud and friends.  Coleman has always been scared of bees, but this year he is absolutely terrified.  There are no bees in  SLC yet, but he is on the look out.  Let's hope he conquers his fear, so it doesn't interfere with practice!

Rosie scored in the picture above and you can see how happy she is in the picture below!

Bud is a good shooter, I wrote earlier that one game he scored 20 points!  Our coaches take the game very seriously, and being a good teammate is part of that.  A sizeable portion of practice each week was spent talking about being a team.  Sometimes Book of Mormon quotes were used, which I'm sure were a bit confusing for some of the boys!

We also play basketball as a family.  Sometimes tears are involved and sometimes not.  Here are more pictures from the Mother-Son match.  I could poke the ball away from Bud, but he stole it from me almost everytime I had possession.  (You can tell it's a Sunday afternoon because Coleman is the "Red Man".  He wears his red sweats, red shoes and red Utah sweatshirt every Sunday after changing out of his church clothes.  I wonder where my kids get their stange, obsessive tendancies?)