The final game of the tournament, though, ended up being scheduled for Sunday. (Background: we make it a point in our family to do our best to keep the Sabbath day holy, so we don't shop on Sundays, don't work to earn money on Sundays, don't play sports on Sundays, and generally try to engage in activities that are uplifting or service-oriented, as well as attend church on Sundays.) I had a talk with Ryan and asked him what he wanted to do. He said he didn't want to play in the game on Sunday, even though I told him he might not get a trophy if he didn't play in the final game. I thought that was pretty brave of him, and I was proud that he would make the choice that he thought was right, even when it might mean giving something up that was also important to him.
Turns out his team DID win the whole tournament, and Ryan still got a trophy and a medal. He was so excited that he was literally speechless, which is definitely out of character for Ryan! He was SO happy!
To make the week even better, he went to his very last swim lesson on that next Monday, and they were testing their skills to see if they could pass to the next class. It was right after our great but long day at the beach in Eagan (we went straight from there to the pool...), and Ryan had a pretty nasty sunburn on his back. He climbed in the pool and said it hurt and then sat on the edge sobbing. I told him it was ok if he wanted to just go home, but this was his last chance to try and pass the class. He thought about it for a minute, and then decided that he really wanted to try and pass it (a feat that I was pretty sure he wasn't very close to accomplishing). He kept getting stuck on the back stroke, because he kept leaning his head back too far, getting water up his nose, and then freaking out. So I had a little chat with him about just blowing the water back out of his nose. Turns out that was all the encouragement he needed, because right after that he passed every skill they asked him to do! So Ryan is no longer a polliwog. He is now a trout, and he couldn't be more proud!
Here's Ryan at his last softball game. He got to dye (spray) his hair orange with the rest of his team! Go tigers!
Little orange heads all in a row...
Ryan (and Sophie) with Grandpa and Christy:
Ryan's cheering section:
Ryan with his championship trophy and medal:
Family moustache dinner night!
Happy Ryan after our bike ride with puddle splashes all up his back:
On a (fake) tortoise at the zoo!