A new memory.

It was a weekend of a new adventure. A new challenge. A new memory.

Krysta started cheerleading and let’s just say she loved it! She’s encouraged to hop and bop and yell till her heart’s content; what more could a seven year old girl want.






Saturday was the Opening Ceremony on Elmendorf AFB, and with only having an hour to learn the “Opening Ceremony Cheer,” Krysta was nervous, and I was nervous for her.







As the teams were introduced, they marched in a single file onto the field as “The Hey Song” played in the background. It was the perfect combination to get anyone’s adrenaline pumping, hips swaying, and toes tapping to the beat.






After the introductions, it was time for the girls to do their thing. They skipped to the middle of the field, got into position, and shook what their mama’s gave ‘em. Krysta rocked it! She was full of confidence and waved her pom-poms like there was no tomorrow.












When it was time for her to chant her name, she walked up and said, “My name is KRYSTAAAAA!!!” and did a little jump. It was one of the cutest darn things you’ll ever see.







That evening, we returned for the first game of the season. It was cold, and rainy, and the colors of autumn were starting to appear. Everyone held an umbrella and was bundled in either a hoodie or a snuggie…except us. We thought, “It’s the first game, let’s look nice!” Big mistake. BIG! We quickly learned that the game continues on even in the rain, and even for a seven year old. Next time we’ll be prepared and dress for the weather. Maybe we could even sport a snuggie!







As Ron, Will, and I fought the cold and rain, Krysta was bouncing around on the sidelines having a blast! She did some chants, shook her pom-poms, and dropped her hips to the ground.

"D. O. W. N, that's the way we get DOWN" is still stuck in my head.







Oh, and the half-time show- Lord help me, IT WAS PRECIOUS! The girls danced to one of the songs on Disney's Phineas and Ferb, Gitchi Gitchi Goo.











Despite the cold and rain, it was 100% rewarding to watch my little pop-tart bop around the football field with flying pig-tails.