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Another year, another Easter.  This year it was brunch at Sand Point CC with the Johnstons; followed by an Easter egg hunt; golf lessons for Reese at the UW; and dinner at the Gouks.  A few photos:

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The Jenkins fam spent the last three days on the very wet Oregon coast.  A few photos:

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To this point in his life, Finn has enjoyed — and been quite good at — team sports.  Soccer, baseball, basketball — if he hasn’t been the best player on his teams he’s at least been in the top two or three.  His aggressive style of play, particularly in soccer, has earned him fans and accolades among the parent class.  I’ve left more than a few games thinking I’d have paid to watch him play.

That all changed with this season’s Laurelhurst Legends basketball team.

A member of the team, but not really.

The team did fine.  Save for one mid-season loss, we won every game handily.  But for Finn it was a season lost, if not worse.  It started well enough: despite his lack of height, Finn was still among the better players on his squad.  In one early season game he poured in 14 points to lead the team.

But things changed somewhere along the way.  His teammates, almost all of whom are classmates in a different 2nd grade homeroom that Finn, froze him out of the offense.  If he didn’t get the ball via steal or rebound, he didn’t get it at all.  In the third- and second-to-last games of the season (both of which I refereed), his teammates passed him the ball exactly twice (that’s 1x/game).  In last night’s season finale, he was on the receiving end of exactly three passes (two more were intercepted by a teammate).   That’s in stark contrast to the 20-30 touches for the next most insignificant player and a world away from the 80-90 touches for the team’s big dogs.  His spirit was understandably sapped.  Shoulders shrugged, head down, this just wasn’t the same kid who’d started the season.  He tried to get open for a while, but in the end he’d noticeably given up.  It was as if he’d said “I’m not going to get the ball, anyway.  I may as well save my energy.”

Memories fade with time, but as I write this I suspect Finn may have played his last organized basketball game.  On our way to the car he lamented “I don’t ever want to play another basketball game again.”

I can’t say I blame him.

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For the last few years snowflakes have been as common in Seattle as Trump voters.

Not today.

We awoke to our first appreciable snow in probably two years.

We were at the park by 9 am.  So was the rest of the neighborhood.

Sledding was lousy, but we made up for it with a great neighborhood snowball fight.  Adults — meaning me and Chris Landman — against roughly 15 neighborhood kids.

We lost.

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Last night, the Jenkins family ventured downtown.  Our destination: the Space Needle.  The reason: our tenth anniversary, and we brought the kids along with us.

It was my first time up in the Needle in about thirty-plus years.  Neither the kids nor Rhonda had ever been there.

Dinner was excellent if a bit pricey.  I passed on the $99 filet.

A few photos:

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Another January 1, another Polar Bear Plunge at Alki Beach.  This one was particularly crisp — 33 degrees outside with four inches of snow about four miles away.  45 degrees in the water — it was a quick in and out.

A few photos:

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Last night the kids experienced a first.

Christmas caroling.

I initially came up with the idea as an outing for Reese’s Laurelettes group, but I expanded it to include Finn’s LightningHawks group as well.   We had roughly ten kids and ten adults in total, which made for a nice-sized group.  We went up and down 50th Avenue NE in Laurelhurst before singing our final song at the home of Tisha and Darren Patt.  From there we hit the Laurelhurst Beach Club to watch the Christmas ships pass by.

I’ll remember the night as a great time out with family and friends.  Finn will remember it as the night he did his first-ever solo.  That’s right: Finn and a few of his buddies were so excited to get to the next house that I finally gave him an ultimatum: slow down or sing solo.

He didn’t, and he did.  At the home of the Laurelhurst Fletchers.

Just a guess, but we may do it again next year.


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