The first time to cheer at a ballgame in front of the home crowd is always nerve wrecking. Savannah was great. The girls did a great cheer during half time. Being a cheer mom is full of fun and that dreaded word drama. Why can girls just not get along and why do they have to knock each other down all the time? We left the game in tears, not because she did not do a great job, but because of older girls negative remarks. I know this is not going to the be last time that Savannah gets knocked around, but I do know that she learned a lot from this experience.
When we got to the game, Jack found out the water boy was sick so they needed some help on the field. He and his friends quickly volunteered to do the job tonight.