Spent most of my Saturday in Wimberley, TX. to check out Mike in his first Jiu-Jitsu tournament. Never heard of Wimberley before, it was a neat little town and the drive between Kyle and Wimberley on FM150/FM3237 was pretty. Really wanted to stop at several places for pictures, but several things prevented that: short on time, small 2 lane road with no shoulder or place to pull over, and rain. Hopefully someday we can go back just to hang out and explore.
So the tourny started at 10, but Mike's division didn't start to fight until 1 PM. Mike finally got his turn and faced off against one the meanest, rock-solid guys in the building. So Mike came after him right away and almost started a street brawl he threw him off the mat and they almost kept fighting behind the ref's table only 10 seconds into the match. So the ref stops it and gets them on the mat again and they go...again, Mike goes after him pushes him back and off the mat, this time Mike falls face down and his opponent falls on his head and Mike's forehead hits the ground.
Take 3...finally both are grappling and they end up on the ground. Hard to describe the pretzel twisting that begins...so just watch video. I was corrected about my Twitter post, Mike did not tap out, the ref stopped the fight. Which was probably a good thing, his arm was bending in his the human arm is not meant to bend.
In the end, Mike took home 3rd place after only one fight. He was supposed to fight for the 3rd place, but his opponent forfeited after taking an accidental blow to his chin in the previous fight. That was my first time watching a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu tournament, very interesting. The kids fighting were fun to watch, but don't think Holly would have enjoyed it. There were a couple of girls fighting against all the boys. It was cool to watch this one girl, she was maybe 12 years old, beat this one boy and then give him a big ol' happy smile and a hug.
Been a long time...so here comes a quick (maybe not) update. Mari and the kids came to visit Easter weekend. Colored Easter eggs Saturday afternoon, Mari spilled the coloring and made a mess. Big bag of confetti disappeared off the counter top, haven't seen it since. That evening we went to IBM and got a bunch of pics with the bluebonnets. Then it was off to dinner at the County Line on the Lake. Long wait and there were not even any turtles in the river to keep us company. Here is the full photo album on Kodak Gallery.
Rewind a little further back into March and we had Poppi staying here with us for almost a month. The boys got to really get to know her and had so much fun with her. This Photo Album has all the March pictures.
And finally some videos of the boys. The first video is from March 4th when Poppi was here. She was letting the boys play with her glasses. The looked like goofy little nerds wearing her glasses.
This last video goes way back to October 18th, 2009. It is a video of Jeremy learning to go from sitting to crawling and then back to sitting up on his own. He got so happy when we cheered for him!
As we were walking in to the surgery center for Jordan's eye surgery, I was praying that God hold him tight and protect him. Then I started to notice the children and parents around me. There were so many children with obvious physical and mental challenges. I changed my prayer to a prayer of thanks. We are so blessed to have two healthy boys.
Later Jordan was so good while we waited for the surgery I was able to look around and observe the other people there. The parents with the children that had wheelchairs and obvious head surgery scars were patient, loving, happy and content with their children and the long wait before seeing the doctor. The parents with the seemingly healthy children were impatient, complaining (about the wait and not being able to eat or drink in front of the hungry, thirsty children who had to fast before surgery) and yelling at their kids; who in turn were yelling themselves. Made me want to always keep the mindset that this may be my last days with them and I want to spend it patiently loving them.
