Word: nate
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...built up,” said Rolston, who e-mailed the team’s players Wednesday after finalizing the decision. “This is the best group of kids I’ve had a chance to work with in 11 years of coaching. [Assistant Coach Nate Leaman] and I spent a lot of time trying to find the exact right kid to help us win championships, and when you’re successful in bringing in a great group of kids, it makes this decision tough...
...great relationship with the rest of the coaching staff here—Nate and I have an apartment together, even,” continued Rolston, who noted that he is planning on maintaining that living arrangement next year. “It’s tough to move on from those relationships. I know where [the Harvard] program is going, and that’s one of the cons to moving to a different program. I told the guys that I’ll be over here to as many games as I can next year...
Recently I read Joey a picture book that contained illustrations of fruit. Joey pretended to pick the fruit off the page and eat it, offering me a bite. Again I flashed back to those evaluation forms: "Does your child engage in pretend/imaginative play?" Nate's idea of play is to drop sticks and small stones into a drain at the playground. He could do this for hours if we let him. Last week Joey took a long noodle from his bowl of soup, dragged it across the table and said, "Look, it's a train. There's the freight...
...other day I heard Joey singing a song about trains, and I realized that I couldn't remember the first time I heard my second son sing. I just took it for granted. With Nate, I never take anything for granted...
...When Nate was 6, I was invited to hear his class put on a concert. I had no idea what to expect, as Nate doesn't sing. What he does do is make loud, repetitive noises, occasionally while rocking back and forth. But I went anyway. And when the music teacher approached Nate and began to sing a song Nate loved to listen to, Nate looked down, stared at his hands and very quietly chimed in, "A ram sam sam, a ram sam, gooly, gooly, gooly..." The other moms rushed to hand me tissues as tears streamed down my face...