Josh has decided that he wants to play basketball this year. I asked Mike if he could kind of give Josh some pointers and teach him how to defend and just go over a few of the rules again.  He did and he and Josh spent the morning guarding and blocking and dribbling the ball.  I was optimistic.  Then he had his first game.  He hasn't changed much since he first started playing organized sports. It wasn't too bad though.  They play man to man and to help the kids remember who they have to guard, they each get a colored wristband.  Then they have to guard the kid on the opposite team that has the same color wristband as them.  Genius!  Well, I found out that Josh listened to Mike during their practice session because he was guarding his kid like none other during the first quarter.  It would have been great...except he was doing it when he was suppose to be on offense too.  Oh well, it was kind of cute. 

For Christmas Josh got a very special bey blade, Twisted Tempo.  He was so excited and was thrilled to take it to school with him on Thursday.  Friday he came home from school and I could tell something was bothering him.  He said it was nothing and then after I asked a few more times he broke down crying.  He had lost his beloved Twisted Tempo.  He said he was playing with it outside, then put it in his pocket and ran over to play something else with some other friends.  When they were lining up to go to class, he checked his pocket and it was gone.  He said he went back to look for it and that he even prayed for help but he couldn't find it.  I felt so bad.  I don't know how I'm going to explain to him why his prayer didn't get answered since up til now, they all pretty much have been.  I bought the bey blade from ebay and it came from South Korea but it only cost $9 total so I could totally buy him a new one and not think anything of it, but I don't feel like that's the right thing to do.  Dang it!  It would be so much easier than having to see him look sad when he talks about it.  I guess he has to learn to take better care of his stuff blah blah blah but it's still tough.  He has handled it very well though and I'm proud of him for that.