The right side of 26-19

Another (VERY FULL) Saturday has come and gone. 

Robby had his second flag football game on this fine, chilly and windy day, and it also marked the first time the boy got to play quarterback. Not only that, but it also marks the boys first ever time for being intercepted as a quarterback as well!! :-) 

He feels bad about that and I let him process the play all day long until he wanted to talk about later that night before bed. 

He said, "It was a bad throw dad. Actually, it was a bad decision because my guy wasn't even open but I knew I had to throw the ball soon or the play would be dead, so I threw it. The ball wasn't even an inch away from my hand and I knew it was going to be intercepted...". Even worse, he had a man completely wide open in the flat that likely would've been a touchdown if Robby would have seen him. 

I told him that in a nice way and then asked if he had a new respect for the QB position, to which he replied, "OOOOOooooh, buddy! I never, ever want to play QB again!". 

I assured the lad that if he does play QB again, and I suspect he will, that he'll have a day as good as that one was bad, and then have a lot more that are somewhere in the middle. 

On to some photos...

That's Robby getting ready for hand-off (second from left in black shirts).

That's Robby in the black shirt on the far left trying to get the flag of the dude who intercepted him. He didn't make it so it ended up being the dreaded, "pick-6".

That's Rob in the middle making sure his team is set.

Our beloved number 46 shortly after a hand-off.

So after all of that, the mighty Rams of Altoona won the game 26 - 19, over the Vikings.

And while Robby had a rough day, he still had fun and was loaded with adrenalin as we walked back to the car and went about the rest of our day.

Daddy was loaded with adrenalin too!

Why, you may ask?

Because our head coach has been ill this week so on Wednesday night, I coached defense at practice and he was also out for our game this morning. As a result, I was asked to coach defense again!  

woooooooooo-hoooooooooo!!!

It was freezing out there and I was not dressed properly, but I can assure you, the ONLY person on that field who had may have had more fun than me, was the referee, who was having a blast!

Here's dear ol' dad directing traffic prior to the snap.  At least I had an official Rams jersey on...

And, not trying to scare anybody, but here's crazy boy!

The wrong side of 20-26...

Sunday was Robby's first ever "official" football game!  The boy was excited to say the least and to make matters worse, he had to wait until noon to play!

They had team pictures at 11:40 so we were supposed to get there early. We did. About 30 minutes early.  Robby and I played catch together and ran routes in their playbook until other families/team members started showing up.  We would invite them to play along with us to get warmed up as well.  Good fun.

Here he is posing for his first ever "official" football pic/card!

His team, the Rams!!  A fine looking bunch of young... uh, rams.

He wanted his hair done up "spikey" for the game. Coach was talking to the team before hand and Robby was doing what Robby does, and coach nicknamed him "GQ", after the magazine of fancy guys.  We had to explain it to Robby and after practice tonight (Friday), it seems to have stuck.

Our referee.  Robby liked the fact that we had a dude with an official striped shirt.

That's Robby on the far left side of the photo taking the hand-off from his QB.

That's Caleb...  the one with the tongue out.  That other one is Aunt Molly who seems to be quite happy posing for a pic.

The mighty Rams lost their first game 26-20 with both teams having missed an extra point attempt.  As it was, Robby is learning that not everything is as easy as it seems, as fun as it is in make believe, and as great when you have to rely on 11 other guys who may not have the same passion for this sport as he does.

My point?  It's a great experience for him!

Tomorrow morning is game #2. He plays QB on offense this week and safety on the opposite side of the field as last week when he's on defense.  He's also learning that when you have four guys to throw to and a coach that's counting "Mississippi's" while you're making up your mind, it's not as easy as it is when you're throwing to your dad (albeit, aging) in the back yard!

Again, I say, a great experience!

Crazy hair & mismatch day

It's homecoming week for the boy's school. As a result, they have various 'fun' things to do everyday during the week.

Monday was "crazy hair day" and "mismatch day".

Robby qualified for both...

The little China boy's hair won't do anything crazy so he simply had to be mismatched in his clothing.  Being a dad, I thought their clothes matched nicely but apparently, I was wrong.

Yelling, "FIRE!!", in a crowded fire station

The weekend has come and gone, as well as half the week at this point. Saturday found the Schmitz Mobile Chaos Unit doing a little baby sitting for the Griffith clan so the boys, Robby, Caleb, Sam & Jonah all got some time playing together as well as Mom and Dad getting some good Zoe time as well!  

They also brought their new English Bulldog pup, Princess Peach.  Robby is desperate for an English Bulldog for a good couple of hours after they leave.  :-)

Later, they (Griffiths) invited us to a fund raiser at the Bondurant fire station. They had BBQ'd pork sammys that were outstanding.  The beans were good as well and to top it off, they had Slim D's bbq sauce which could make an old chunk of carpet edible!

Oh, and scotch-r-roo's!!  There was pie, cupcakes and other stuff as well, but when there are scotch-r-roos, nothing else really matters much.

All of that was fine and/or dandy, but the best part was that the kiddos got to climb in/on the fire trucks, ambulance and police cars.

Here's all five critters on the front bumper of truck 4140. Robby, Zoe (on his lap), Samuel, Caleb and Jonah.  I believe this is the only shot we have of Jonah from this little excursion.  That boy wasn't standing around waiting for invitations!  He could figure out how to open the truck doors and be inside them quicker than his uncle Ted could!  Impressive... very impressive.

Caleb in the firemans coat.

Robby driving (he wishes!).

Caleb enjoying the "ride".

Sam eating up the experience in an appropriate shirt for the occasion.

Robby and Caleb reluctantly stopping long enough for Momma to take a picture.

Robby ready for action!

That was about it for Saturday.  Sunday morning was Caleb's first soccer game.  He did pretty good even though I'm about 95% sure that he doesn't really understand what he's supposed to be doing.  

For instance, Caleb found himself alone with the ball around mid-field.  He turned the ball towards the correct goal and commenced kicking the ball towards it.  He was kind of going about it mid-tempo'ish, but he was heading straight for the goal!  Mom, Dad and Grandma Schmitz (along with his coaches) were all cheering him on wildly.  He got about two feet from the goal, directly in front of it, one more kick would have done it, when a defender came in from the side. Caleb politely stepped back from the ball so the other kid could have a turn at kicking it.  I'm not positive that's what was going through his head, but knowing him and his willingness to share and be fair, I have reason to believe that's what happened.

Here's the sturdy little lad kicking the ball in on a corner kick.

Meanwhile during the first half of the game, Robby (in the football jersey, running behind the red ladder thingy) met a little girl (that's her up on the top by the slide) on the playground and they played "chase" like a couple of crazies.

And so went the weekend.

Caleb had soccer practice on Monday night and did indeed score his first goal. It was met with high-fives and LOTS of kudos from his coaches.  He nearly chapped his ears smiling!

Robby had football practice tonight for nearly an hour and half and was M.A.D. at dear ol' dad when we got home because I wouldn't go back outside with him and play more.  "DAD!!  I NEED TO PRACTICE MY PLAYS BEFORE FRIDAY'S PRACTICE!", I heard... over and over...

And so on it goes.  We'll get out there tomorrow night and do some plays from the playbook so he has his confidence up for Friday.

He got an interception on the first throw of the night and nearly another on the second throw. He also had a pass that likely would have gone for a LONG touchdown but he stopped because he thought some kid got his flag.  

He is very enthusiastic at practice and coach had him lead the teams stretches tonight to start practice. He was beaming!

That's our life at this moment in time!

The other "another new beginning"...

Well, since Dear Ol' Dad is a dork, I left all three readers of this blog in a bit of an extended cliff-hanger when I said in the last post "Tomorrow night, another new beginning...", and then, failed to post anything for a solid four days!

The reason for those shenanigans?  I forgot to take the stinkin' camera to Robby's first football practice.  

After roughly 6 seasons of soccer, Rob decided that he wanted to play flag football instead.  Fine with me, I actually understand some of the rules to this sport.

So that was Wednesday night. Come Friday evening, he had practice number two so I planned ahead starting on Thursday night by moving the camera to the spot where I set my wallet and keys in an effort to remember it this time.

The extra effort paid off.  I remembered it... oh sure, I also dropped it on the playground rocks as well, but that's a different story.

On to some photos!

That's Robby in the bright blue shirt.  This is the boys doing their warm up running.

Robby's up doing the drill where they basically go around in a square shuffling their feet and keeping their hands up as they would be against a defender.

The same drill...  different location.

It's a little hard to tell with the photo this size, but Robby is INTENTLY listening to the coach.

More intense practicing.  If Robby lacks anything in any skill department, he makes up for it in his desire to do good at football and to impress coaches!

This is actually practicing a play out of their playbook that Coach Greek handed out last night. He runs a cool program and the organization of it is impressive and couldn't be more fair for each of the kids.

That's all for the football pics but that wasn't the end of the evening.  Not a chance with a nice school playground nearby!

Caleb, the ham, hamming it up as he does nearly every time he notices the camera pointed at him.

Caleb is discovering the joy of hanging upside down, but he's not quite confident enough to let go with the hands yet.

This is one of Caleb's favorite things there. It's a dinosaur climbing thingy-ma-bob...

The other ham...

Again on the dinosaur.

And finally, the eldest monkey on the bars named after him.

Another new beginning...

Caleb, along with everything else in his life in the past 9 months, has started yet another new activity; soccer. 

We're not sure if he really likes it yet or not, because there is a park within about 100' of his practice field so that bothers him that Robby is over playing on the equipment while he's stuck practicing.

Once we let him know that he can play for a bit after practice, he's fine and focuses a little better.  His first game is this coming Sunday, so we'll see how that goes.
 

It's in the mid-90's tonight with high humidity so Daddy didn't argue when Momma volunteered to take the boys to practice.  I'll pretty much get all the rest of them as her Fall classes get wound up.  Hopefully, the higher temperatures break soon and we start getting some late Summer/early Fall-like weather.  That's my favorite!

Tomorrow night, another new beginning...

What is fuzzy, loud, & rolls around on 2 wheels?

Oh, what a riddle! 

 

What could possibly inspire this amount of determination and focus?

It's Robby, of course, learning to ride his bike.  He's been doing pretty good lately, riding around for roughly 5 to 7 minutes at a time and coming to a stop without ending up face down on the pavement.

Mom and Dad took him up to his school parking lot one day last week so he could ride back and forth between us, since he was having some issues turning.  He did great.

Daddy took him up the next day with two bikes, one for Dad, one for Robby and we rode around the parking lot with Rob following my path. He did crazy good this time with only one wipeout. That occurred when Daddy tried to encourage the lad to lead at one point and he ran into the side of Dad's front wheel. We were going slow so it was far funnier than anything else.  Mom took him up to the school this morning and he did great again, this time focusing more on taking off by himself, instead of getting a push.

And what would a good bike lesson be without a battle over who gets to sit in the front?