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My Baby Gets A Medal

Daughter No. 1 has been rowing a boat. She's on the crew team at Ohio State, and they compete just about every weekend. This past weekend, they traveled to Indianapolis and competed against several teams, mainly Purdue. I like to claim Purdue as my alma mater, but I only attended a branch, and I only attended for a year and a half. I guess that doesn't count then.

Here is the progression of events:

My baby.

To the dock.

On the dock.

Winning. As Daughter says, "on the left, obviously, is our boat and on the right is purdue. note the large gap in between, about three boatlengths of open water! celebration ensues."

Yea! for Daughter No. 1

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
Woo hoo! Well done #1.
8:17 AM
Scout said…
Hey Sassy. I just left a comment on your site--jinx.
8:18 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Fantastic pics!! Well done, Daughter no. 1. We're all so proud of you!

Bet you loved the label My Baby, too, didn't you? Yeah i can just imagine. Mums huh? Yours is lovely though!
9:06 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
crew is such a great event. If I could do the college experience over I would surely do crew.
right now I'm on the rowing machine team at the YMCA

Love the photos and congrats to D#1
11:06 AM
Gina said…
Yay for her! They sure left them in the dust!
12:00 PM
dive said…
Woohoo!
Congratulations to Daughter Number One, Robyn.
Excellent news.
3:37 PM
Anonymous said…
YIPEE Daughter #1! From another Mom!
4:02 PM
Miz Minka said…
Congrats, Daughter #1! Well done! :)
9:59 PM
Anonymous said…
Congratulations!! So proud!!
10:43 PM
Terroni said…
Yea for daughter No. 1! Kick ass! Unless you don't curse with your daughter. In which case, kick butt! (Although, you gotta admit, that doesn't sound as cool.)
10:58 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Glad you liked my journal extract at Things UK Robyn; well i've got the bug now and i've posted an extract from my journal when i was 13! he he. giggle.
6:40 AM
Alifan said…
Robyn, well done to daughter no 1......
My number one son is fed up because he cannot get on his blog!!!!!
12:42 PM
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