As parents of sports kids, my hubby and I (and Thing 3 and Thing 5..
.Dr. Seuss) spent the day inside a gym watching 14 year old volleyball. Now, you have to understand our situation as mom and dad. Ten years ago, when we started this whole volleyball adventure we were, well, ten years younger. Since that beginning we have put one child through college who played the sport and went on to play in the NCAA East Coast Championships. Child two, currently in college, played in the NCAA East Coast Championships. Child three, plays high school varsity....and now, my sweet little one is in the game, learning the ropes. We've gone from the end game back to square one as volleyball parents and I find that this time around, the aches and pains from those bleachers are a little more prominent as we sit and watch the exciting learning stages of the game.

As my little girl and her team played their last club volleyball game for the season, and as it got later and later, I had no thought in my noodle of coming home and constructing any type of meal. It was the farthest thing from my mind. We ate out.
However, to my delight, (and to continue on my freezer and pantry cooking challenge...although that wasn't her goal...but I'll use it), my eldest volleyball player, lovingly made volleyball cupcakes to surprise her little volleyball-playing sister on the last day of her volleyball club season.
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