second is not so G O O D

For Justin and the Ramstein Hoops Team, it was a three-day basketball tournament this week down in Stuttgart. The base is still in Germany, but about a 2 1/2 hr drive each way. We decided to make a day trip yesterday for the end of the tournament.

Coleman and Ty weren't too keen on the idea of traveling or watching basketball, so they stayed home and hung out with our good friends all day. Caden wouldn't think of missing his brother's game, or any game for that matter. So, he went with us.

They did really well and ended up in the championship game. They didn't do quite as well in the final game and ended up taking home the 2nd place trophy.

You would have thought they came in dead last- there wasn't a smile on any one of their faces. Caden was a little upset as well. At one point, I thought he was going to cry.

This is nothing new in our house. Justin is highly competitive and a very sore loser. He'd probably be the first to admit it. He hates to lose at anything.

I love that he has such an intense drive, but on the other hand wish he was a little more accepting when things don't go his way.

We've been working on it his whole life and he still struggles with every single loss from a game of Uno with the little brothers to a championship football or basketball game.

That's our Justin.

As soon as we got home, Caden decided he had a basketball game of his own. He changed his clothes and got his ball out. Game on. As much as I hate a bouncing ball in the house, we let him play upstairs for a short time. Sometimes, you have to let that energy out.

He came downstairs sweaty {this is no joke for him- it's a real game} and sat down at the table for a late dinner.

He let us know that he finished his game. Then, he turned to Justin and said, "Except, we came in 1st place instead of 2nd place like you did. We won our tournament."

Oh, no. Where did he come from? What are the chances of getting two out of four kids so much alike? I reminded Justin we're sending Caden to him once he's a teenager, he better get ready. I'm thinking summers at the very least.