a momentous occasion

Yesterday we attended our first school sporstday as Grandparents.

It took us both back to the excitement and drama of sportsdays past and we entered into the day with relish!

Before we start I need to apologise for the Tshirt C is wearing. He was the only one with chinese writing and a robot on his shirt. What was his Mother thinking?

The day began with instructions from Miss P on how to be a good spectator.

Event 1 Skipping

The crowd was enthralled, despite that fact that C tried to do it backwards, and announced that "this isn't working!"

Event 2 The soccerball kick

Now dear friends, I could take you through the remaining events of the beanbag throw, the hockey stick hit, the obstacle-a-thon etc, but I may be indulging myself so I will spare you the details of my grandsons feats.

However, the crowd continued to follow his success around the different venues.

C's Mother, was a proud official helping C and his friends to "stand behind the line" and to "wait your turn."

There was a lot of waiting

But then the thrill of the big moment when the bar was cleared in the high jump made it all worthwhile.

Leaving the field events behind, we headed for the track

By this stage of the day C had become aware of the adoring crowd, and waved and smiled at us instead of concentrating on the job of winning, much to his Grandmothers dismay.

Miss P even had a chance to show us her athletic abilities in the siblings race!

I had to take a shot before they started, as I was very busy barracking during the race....

Little Miss Candy-stripes had to be recalled as she beat the gun!

C loved having Grandpa at the big day and was thrilled to have a picture taken with him on such a momentous occasion.

Perhaps Grandma can find a plain shirt for next year!