When Gary suggested Tuesday as our photostory post day, I agreed without thinking about what the title of these posts would be--Flashback Fridays are out there as are Throwback Thursdays, but nothing for Tuesdays. Until now. Time Warp Tuesdays.
Anyone is welcome to play along on any week; please check out Limbic Resonance, Brightside Susan and Tonya Lynn; Gary, and Jen did not have their posts up by my bedtime Monday night, so I'm not sure if theirs will be up or not.
This first photo I've chosen because it was taken not so long ago and at the same time oh-so-long ago; five years ago this fall. MVP was a senior and Danger Boy was a freshman. MVP was captain (and MVP) of the high school water polo team. They both had very good seasons and they played many games together as DB played on the varsity squad for tournaments. One magical moment was that the last goal of MVP's career was scored off a pass from his little brother. They lost the game, but it was in the playoffs, so at least they made it that far.
Before that game came around though there was picture time. Naturally I wanted a buddy picture of my boys. So much so that I wrote it down on an order form and attached a check to said order form. I was chagrined to receive my order and realize there was no buddy shot in the envelope. I called the photographer who said she hadn't realized she needed to take one because the boys didn't tell her. I allowed as how perhaps if one is photographing teen boys one might want to look at the order form rather than ask the boys what they want (their answer would be "Nothing, my mom is making me do this."
Anyway . . . the photographer said she was at the high school taking pictures of the football team and if the boys would stop by she would take their picture. I called the boys to inform them of this fortuitous event. Fortuitous was not the word that popped into their heads.
They had just gotten out of the pool, they were starving and they were tired and they did NOT want to do it. I was adamant that it would be done. Words were exchanged.
I got my way.
Things I think of when I look at this:
Danger Boy now looks just like MVP then!
Danger Boy was such a baby! In fact, his nickname actually was "Baby." The Brazilians named him BabyMVP and the Baby part stuck for a good long time.
Water Polo hair! There's nothing like it--even swimmers don't have that hair. Anywhere I go I am never wrong if I see a kid with that hair and asks if he plays polo. Of course, he does.
My kids listened to me! They weren't happy about it, but they did it.
Water polo is a lifelong bond these brothers will have.