Ya'shar had a rather rough weekend. He got a nasty scrape on his leg, got eliminated from his 25 backstroke event (kept clinging to the rope...) and during our very nice elegant Italian meal at La Strada on Saturday night, he VOMITED all over me, himself, the floor, our food, and anything in a 3 foot radius of where he was sitting. He blames it on the calamari Daryle ordered and let them try. He kept crying and saying "It was that squid! It was that squid!!" Poor guy. On the drive home, he said, "Hey Mommy. Today wasn't a very good day for me." No kidding, Big Guy. He fell asleep by 8:00 that night!
I loved seeing how his brothers and sister loved on him when he was having a hard time, though, very endearing! And while they have amazing coaches, I think Daddy was the best coach of all, giving them great pep talks before they swam.
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