*Retraction*

In my recent post, "If you can't be an athlete, be an athletic supporter", I stated that I am not an athlete...which is entirely accurate. However, it was implied by my statement that "I've married into a family with no shortage of coordination and athleticism" that I did not come from a family with coordination and athleticism, which may be misleading. An anonymous source reminded me that although I did not receive a share of the Haw athleticism, it indeed exists to be claimed. Said anonymous source also provided me with a pictorial history depicting the evidence of the afore-mentioned athleticism throughout the years. Let me splain...
Here stands the tribute to a long line of Haw athletes. Actually, approximately 95% of the trophies belong to my dad for various incredible achievements in bowling, football (English football) and other such activities that obviously require athleticism. As cool as you think my Dad is now, just wait until we can time travel and go back to the 70s! Who's that hunk playing football (assume English football until told otherwise) on the beach with the flowing locks? None other than Sir Kevin Haw.

Here again with some of his teammates. Although fuzzy, you can still make out the killer hair in the center of the bottom row. The man I call father. Jealous?
The pictures of kind of grainy, but here's one for good measure, just to make sure you can fully appreciate the awesomeness of the hair... (by the way, isn't Mum a looker?)
Unfortunately, Anonymous wasn't able to find a picture of Dad with his Team that claimed the 1976-77 championship, but I think it's pretty evident at this point that he was quite the jock in his day - and had groovy hair. An injury prevented Dad from going pro, but he can still kick a ball around, it's just too bad that no one is coordinated enough to be on the receiving end. Now he's moved onto other athletic activities...

Like breaking world records in snow shoveling...
...if barbecuing were an Olympic sport, Dad would take the gold.

Not to be forgotten, my Mum is quite the triple threat. Music, sports AND smarts intact, she was quite the catch. What a couple, no? Here's Mum with her netball team back in the glory days. She's "GA" - not sure if that's a position she played or if it's short for "The boys go Ga Ga over me", but she worked that jersey either way.
These days, Mum seems to be functioning on just as much energy as she did back then with 1/3 of the sleep. Teaching seminary, raising 4 standout children, working and taking night school classes, over the years she has perfected the art of burning the candle at both ends. In fact, I stumbled upon this picture of Mum before she puts on her make-up in the morning. Still a looker...
Clearly, Mum & Dad stood to create an army of superbabies, equipped with impressive IQs, long glistening locks, hand-eye coordination and the speed of a puma. At 26, I think the window for me to develop any of these "inherent" abilities closed quite some time ago. I did come away with the long hair, although Dad claims it lost its lustre when it clogged up the vacuum every week.
I tried my hand at dancing for a while and was pretty decent at that, but would have honoured the family name more effectively if I could handle a football with those tiny tap shoes. (By the way, at 14 weeks I look a little like this...)
Alas, my time to awaken the long dormant athetic genes I should possess is over, but my siblings have done well in their quest to impress. Our family is always represented well at eating contests - some credit must be given to our practice sessions with Jello.
Kristina and Daniel both played football as wee children, which was a treat to watch - clumps of disoriented children all chasing the ball back and forth up and down the pitch while the goalie swings on the goal posts, or sits on the ground and picks flowers. Although neither went on to play professionally, it must be said that they were good.
Which brings me to Nicola, the Precious Baby, the shining star... the volleyball player. That's right! On her elementary AND high school teams. What a woman. Haw #4 came through in the 9th inning. Although I couldn't get my hands on a picture of Nicola winning a volleyball game, I did obtain this one of little Nicola winning the title of Cutest Little Girl Ever. (Incidentally, she stripped me of my title.)
So, in summation, Little Richards will have awesome athletic ability and off-the-charts potential for amazing hair coming at it from both sides, as evidenced by my pro-athlete parents and sporty siblings. Let's hope I can access what is apparently a recessive gene in my case and pass it on. Thanks for the clarification, Anonymous!