...the mice will play. And play, they did. N's baseball coach is traveling this week, so one of the dad's has taken over practices and their game. We scheduled practice early because 8 of the 10 players are in 4th grade and have STAAR testing this week. N has it on Wednesday, but 4th graders have it both Tuesday & Thursday. Anyway, 9 of the players showed up at 5:30 (an hour and a half before we usually have practice) and we had a pretty productive practice.
At least...I think we did. I was teaching a sister and stepdad how to make a fleece blanket while the allergens were blowing all over the place. I swear, I sneezed 58 times during that 90 minute period. One of the players who's usually the life of the party was in a really foul mood, so that made it kind of rough on him, but it was still a decent practice. When they left, they seemed like they were prepared for their game. We'll see how it goes tomorrow.
I feel like death warmed over, hit by a Mack truck, and then stuck in the microwave again. The way I feel is why this post will be ridiculously short and I was already in bed, ready to go to sleep at 8:30.
Then N's coach called to get a report on how practice went, so we talked for a little bit about practice and what he wanted for the game, and how his kid is a total hoot and wants me to paint his nails orange so he can show team spirit.
I love the dynamic of this team. I wish they could stick together. For the most part, they're a total blast. The parental dynamic isn't too bad either!
Aubs
Monday, April 22, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
The day I wished the weekend was just one day longer
I really do. Normally, I'm ready to send the boys back to school on Monday. I all but shove them out the door...but today? I wish I had an extra day. Not because of anything in particular, I just don't want to wake up to an alarm. Yeah, I know. Whambulance. Headed my way.
N and I went to get donuts this morning, which is odd because I'm not a donut fan. Ever. I obviously feel crappy. After a quick donut run, we stopped at Sonic for some tea (do NOT ever get the Green Sweet Mint Iced Tea) and headed home. I sat around, trying to breathe, N watched "Red Tails" for the eleventy-seventh time this weekend, and I ignored my homework.
His friend called to see if he could come over, and I agreed, but reminded him that we had baseball pictures later in the afternoon. He left, and I said I'd come get him, and bring his uniform. He was NOT happy. He didn't think team pictures meant wearing a uniform. Um, what do you think it means? Sheesh!
I was a lump on the couch, reading a book, and avoiding the homework that I knew was due...and then it was time to go take pictures! I collected N, and we went to the little ball fields for pictures. He wouldn't smile. So I embarrassed him. Proudly. And the photographer agreed with me, telling him we'd keep going until I was happy. I also threatened to give away a Halo video game to a lucky member of his team if he didn't smile. That got smiles from all of the other players in attendance. N? Not so much.
Later, after he griped at me for 10 minutes about how that makes him a "mama's boy," I told him, "Oh man, I should've said 'ARGH, Matey!' I bet you would've laughed then." His smile? I've never seen one that big. I filed it away for future reference, for sure.
We came home and he watched Battleship while I worked on my homework for a little bit. Then he showered and got in bed, and I got ready to take my test. And then I realized I had a mini research assignment due too.
Yick.
So now I'm off to do speedy quick research on Endocarditis and hope for the best. Since I got 60 points out of a possible 50 points (Yep, 10 extra points) on the memo I had to write for my Friday class, I'm not too worried. Writing assignments are pretty easy for me...I was blessed with the gift of being long-winded, not that any of y'all think that of me, I'm sure.
Aubs
N and I went to get donuts this morning, which is odd because I'm not a donut fan. Ever. I obviously feel crappy. After a quick donut run, we stopped at Sonic for some tea (do NOT ever get the Green Sweet Mint Iced Tea) and headed home. I sat around, trying to breathe, N watched "Red Tails" for the eleventy-seventh time this weekend, and I ignored my homework.
His friend called to see if he could come over, and I agreed, but reminded him that we had baseball pictures later in the afternoon. He left, and I said I'd come get him, and bring his uniform. He was NOT happy. He didn't think team pictures meant wearing a uniform. Um, what do you think it means? Sheesh!
I was a lump on the couch, reading a book, and avoiding the homework that I knew was due...and then it was time to go take pictures! I collected N, and we went to the little ball fields for pictures. He wouldn't smile. So I embarrassed him. Proudly. And the photographer agreed with me, telling him we'd keep going until I was happy. I also threatened to give away a Halo video game to a lucky member of his team if he didn't smile. That got smiles from all of the other players in attendance. N? Not so much.
Later, after he griped at me for 10 minutes about how that makes him a "mama's boy," I told him, "Oh man, I should've said 'ARGH, Matey!' I bet you would've laughed then." His smile? I've never seen one that big. I filed it away for future reference, for sure.
We came home and he watched Battleship while I worked on my homework for a little bit. Then he showered and got in bed, and I got ready to take my test. And then I realized I had a mini research assignment due too.
Yick.
So now I'm off to do speedy quick research on Endocarditis and hope for the best. Since I got 60 points out of a possible 50 points (Yep, 10 extra points) on the memo I had to write for my Friday class, I'm not too worried. Writing assignments are pretty easy for me...I was blessed with the gift of being long-winded, not that any of y'all think that of me, I'm sure.
Aubs
Most. Intense. Day. Ever.
*Disclaimer: For some reason, my posts have not been posting when I click on "Publish." Hopefully, I've gotten it figured out now, but bear with me. I don't think it's operator error, but I'm open to the possibility.
Friday, I woke up feeling really crappy...balloon head, stuffy nose, watery eyes, the whole nine yards. In fact, I even wore my glasses to school, which doesn't happen often. Read: ever.
See? I don't even look like I feel that great. And I totally didn't. I suffered my way through class, and went on about my business. Saturday, I woke up feeling about 70 times worse. It was 7 am, I felt crappy, and the last thing I wanted to do was go sit and freeze at a baseball field for 5 hours.
Except I was really excited to go. I watched a tutorial on how to open a champagne bottle (I've never had to do it before) and then made some mimosas to take to the game. Had I known how cold it was, I would've made Irish Coffee. Mmmm, that sounds good right now, actually. Hmmm....
When we got to the park, N's old coach was unloading his gear two cars over from us. He and N started talking, and he told N, "You can't use any of our signs. It's a league rule. And it's also a rule that you can't get any of my players out or hit them with a pitch or do anything to keep them from winning." N and I just laughed, but now that I think about it, he looked a little nervous.
His team? They're undefeated. They've been together for two spring seasons (although they'll have to break up after this season is completed) and they really work well together. So, when we held them to zero runs in the first inning, I knew that was huge. When N's old coach went over to talk to the home plate umpire (which, apparently, you aren't supposed to do) and argued with him about strike zone and how the balls coming in weren't strikes, but N was grabbing them and making them appear to be strikes, the umpire got downright ugly and told him to get out of his face and not talk to him anymore. That kind of caused N's old coach to blow his top...and the game went downhill from there.
Both sides were argumentative...but on the other team's side, the parents were getting in on it. At one point, the umpires both said, "One more word...any of you, and you're out of the park." They meant business.
After we held them to zero runs, we "run ruled" them. We scored five to end the inning, and the boys were ELATED! They came back and "run ruled" us in the following inning, and when one of our coaches asked a question about the batting order (they can drop a player they're missing to the bottom of the rotation in case he shows up, but if he's not there, it's technically supposed to be an out), N's old coach jumped on the defensive bandwagon and stayed there for the rest of the game. His son was late, another kid chipped a tooth, and the order got messed up. He was kind of being crappy, yelling, "What? Do you want me to take an out?" and our coach was like, "No. I was just trying to figure out where we were in the rotation. Calm down."
Y'all. Our Giants beat the Marlins! We won 8-7 (I think), and that was a HUGE win for us. I was talking to our coach after the game while the boys were eating a snack (we had another game right after) and he said, "It was personal. He wanted to beat me so badly." All I can say is, personal or not, our Giants have grown by leaps and bounds in the past week or two. It's insane, and I'm so excited to be able to see their progress. That win did so much for their morale...and it was so much fun, even if it was entirely too tense. I looked at the schedule and announced that the Marlins are also our last game of the regular season. Oh man. That's going to be a good one!
We played the Cardinals next. They were the first team we played this season, the game where they "beat" us, but lost because they didn't have enough players. They asked some Marlins to stick around and help them not have to forfeit, but even with two Marlins, we had to lend them two of our players... Essentially, we won both games on Saturday, so our boys were flying high! The best part? The newest member of our team has never played baseball until he started with us on Monday. Monday he got hit by 3 pitches and told his mom it was the best day ever. Tuesday, he had his first game, and proclaimed THAT the best day ever. Saturday, he scored a couple of runs, AND made the final out to end the second game...just by holding his glove up in a Sandlot-esque move.
Best. Day. Ever. His grin was so huge, I thought his face was going to break in two. I love that he's having a blast.
After the game, I gave my shoes to N so he didn't have to wear his cleats to lunch, and drove home in my socks. I crawled directly into bed, and slept for 3 hours. I woke up, got N ready (he had come home while I was napping), and we went to babysit my two favorite kiddos and their friend. While N & the sweetest two year-old I know played pirates (N with an eye patch, bandanna, and sword was a sight to be seen...and totally precious), Chuck It, Chicken (super cute board game), and watched "Wreck It Ralph," I painted nails in patterns, washed their snack dishes, and listened to the girls play "art school." Then it was bedtime, so I got the girls situated while N read his new BFF a book and tucked him in. N smiled the whole time.
He had a blast. He won't admit it, but he did. And I even paid him, which made him happier...then I reminded him that he owed me $30 for a stupid Under Armour hoodie fiasco, and he laughed. I wasn't being funny.
We came back home, discussed donuts in the morning, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to beat him in the sleep race once again...
Aubs
Friday, I woke up feeling really crappy...balloon head, stuffy nose, watery eyes, the whole nine yards. In fact, I even wore my glasses to school, which doesn't happen often. Read: ever.
See? I don't even look like I feel that great. And I totally didn't. I suffered my way through class, and went on about my business. Saturday, I woke up feeling about 70 times worse. It was 7 am, I felt crappy, and the last thing I wanted to do was go sit and freeze at a baseball field for 5 hours.
Except I was really excited to go. I watched a tutorial on how to open a champagne bottle (I've never had to do it before) and then made some mimosas to take to the game. Had I known how cold it was, I would've made Irish Coffee. Mmmm, that sounds good right now, actually. Hmmm....
When we got to the park, N's old coach was unloading his gear two cars over from us. He and N started talking, and he told N, "You can't use any of our signs. It's a league rule. And it's also a rule that you can't get any of my players out or hit them with a pitch or do anything to keep them from winning." N and I just laughed, but now that I think about it, he looked a little nervous.
His team? They're undefeated. They've been together for two spring seasons (although they'll have to break up after this season is completed) and they really work well together. So, when we held them to zero runs in the first inning, I knew that was huge. When N's old coach went over to talk to the home plate umpire (which, apparently, you aren't supposed to do) and argued with him about strike zone and how the balls coming in weren't strikes, but N was grabbing them and making them appear to be strikes, the umpire got downright ugly and told him to get out of his face and not talk to him anymore. That kind of caused N's old coach to blow his top...and the game went downhill from there.
Both sides were argumentative...but on the other team's side, the parents were getting in on it. At one point, the umpires both said, "One more word...any of you, and you're out of the park." They meant business.
After we held them to zero runs, we "run ruled" them. We scored five to end the inning, and the boys were ELATED! They came back and "run ruled" us in the following inning, and when one of our coaches asked a question about the batting order (they can drop a player they're missing to the bottom of the rotation in case he shows up, but if he's not there, it's technically supposed to be an out), N's old coach jumped on the defensive bandwagon and stayed there for the rest of the game. His son was late, another kid chipped a tooth, and the order got messed up. He was kind of being crappy, yelling, "What? Do you want me to take an out?" and our coach was like, "No. I was just trying to figure out where we were in the rotation. Calm down."
Y'all. Our Giants beat the Marlins! We won 8-7 (I think), and that was a HUGE win for us. I was talking to our coach after the game while the boys were eating a snack (we had another game right after) and he said, "It was personal. He wanted to beat me so badly." All I can say is, personal or not, our Giants have grown by leaps and bounds in the past week or two. It's insane, and I'm so excited to be able to see their progress. That win did so much for their morale...and it was so much fun, even if it was entirely too tense. I looked at the schedule and announced that the Marlins are also our last game of the regular season. Oh man. That's going to be a good one!
We played the Cardinals next. They were the first team we played this season, the game where they "beat" us, but lost because they didn't have enough players. They asked some Marlins to stick around and help them not have to forfeit, but even with two Marlins, we had to lend them two of our players... Essentially, we won both games on Saturday, so our boys were flying high! The best part? The newest member of our team has never played baseball until he started with us on Monday. Monday he got hit by 3 pitches and told his mom it was the best day ever. Tuesday, he had his first game, and proclaimed THAT the best day ever. Saturday, he scored a couple of runs, AND made the final out to end the second game...just by holding his glove up in a Sandlot-esque move.
Best. Day. Ever. His grin was so huge, I thought his face was going to break in two. I love that he's having a blast.
After the game, I gave my shoes to N so he didn't have to wear his cleats to lunch, and drove home in my socks. I crawled directly into bed, and slept for 3 hours. I woke up, got N ready (he had come home while I was napping), and we went to babysit my two favorite kiddos and their friend. While N & the sweetest two year-old I know played pirates (N with an eye patch, bandanna, and sword was a sight to be seen...and totally precious), Chuck It, Chicken (super cute board game), and watched "Wreck It Ralph," I painted nails in patterns, washed their snack dishes, and listened to the girls play "art school." Then it was bedtime, so I got the girls situated while N read his new BFF a book and tucked him in. N smiled the whole time.
He had a blast. He won't admit it, but he did. And I even paid him, which made him happier...then I reminded him that he owed me $30 for a stupid Under Armour hoodie fiasco, and he laughed. I wasn't being funny.
We came back home, discussed donuts in the morning, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to beat him in the sleep race once again...
Aubs
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Movie Date Friday!
During class today, my professor actually had to say, "Okay, y'all, listen up. I love conversing with Aubrey, but this class is not mean to be a two-way conversation. Some of y'all need to get involved here."
Fifteen minutes later, he was still waiting for someone to answer a question, so he looked at me with a helpless look, I answered the question, he rolled his eyes, and we moved on. It's pathetic, people...especially since this is a government-based class, and I'm not a huge fan of politics. During a break, he asked how the boys' baseball seasons were going, and asked if N had been taught how to block the plate when he plays catcher. I told him I wasn't sure, so he said he'd show me if I wanted.
Y'all. He's the sweetest grandfatherly type. Despite his knees cracking every single time he crouched down, he made sure I could show N how to block the plate and tag the runner out as easily as possible. He even said I should bring him to class again, and he'd show him after class was over. He's a good guy. He's also given me the maximum extra credit points possible, and I haven't completed all of the extra credit assignments. He said my participation is more than enough.
I agree, good sir.
After N got home from school, we took off to go see 42. I promised him I'd take him, and all the friends we were going to go see it with were unable to go, so it was just the two of us. And 4 other people. In the entire theater. It was awesome. And he loved it. He said, "Mom, I should've made a Twitter profile for Jackie Robinson, not LeBron James." Um, yeah. What was your first clue?
We went to an earlier movie so N could still have some time to go to his friend's house before an earlyish bedtime for our double-header Saturday morning. I dropped him off at his friend's house, and got a load or two of laundry done in the couple of hours he was gone. Honestly though, I didn't feel like doing much. I woke up feeling all "meh" like I was getting a cold, and all I wanted to do was go to bed early.
After I picked him up, I got into bed before he did...and now, it's not even 10:30, and my eyes are closing.
Baseball tomorrow. It's going to be nuts! We're playing N's old coach, and they're the best team in the U10 league. Should be exciting!!!
Aubs
Fifteen minutes later, he was still waiting for someone to answer a question, so he looked at me with a helpless look, I answered the question, he rolled his eyes, and we moved on. It's pathetic, people...especially since this is a government-based class, and I'm not a huge fan of politics. During a break, he asked how the boys' baseball seasons were going, and asked if N had been taught how to block the plate when he plays catcher. I told him I wasn't sure, so he said he'd show me if I wanted.
Y'all. He's the sweetest grandfatherly type. Despite his knees cracking every single time he crouched down, he made sure I could show N how to block the plate and tag the runner out as easily as possible. He even said I should bring him to class again, and he'd show him after class was over. He's a good guy. He's also given me the maximum extra credit points possible, and I haven't completed all of the extra credit assignments. He said my participation is more than enough.
I agree, good sir.
After N got home from school, we took off to go see 42. I promised him I'd take him, and all the friends we were going to go see it with were unable to go, so it was just the two of us. And 4 other people. In the entire theater. It was awesome. And he loved it. He said, "Mom, I should've made a Twitter profile for Jackie Robinson, not LeBron James." Um, yeah. What was your first clue?
We went to an earlier movie so N could still have some time to go to his friend's house before an earlyish bedtime for our double-header Saturday morning. I dropped him off at his friend's house, and got a load or two of laundry done in the couple of hours he was gone. Honestly though, I didn't feel like doing much. I woke up feeling all "meh" like I was getting a cold, and all I wanted to do was go to bed early.
After I picked him up, I got into bed before he did...and now, it's not even 10:30, and my eyes are closing.
Baseball tomorrow. It's going to be nuts! We're playing N's old coach, and they're the best team in the U10 league. Should be exciting!!!
Aubs
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Girls.
I'm in big trouble, y'all...There are several girls in N's grade that live in our apartment complex. They walk around, heads together, giggling like, well...girls. They come and knock on our door, giggle when I answer, and laugh hysterically when they hear N say, "Mom! Tell them I'm not here." He obviously hasn't quite mastered the art of speaking quietly.
They came this afternoon, and I could hear them giggling before they even knocked. Normally, N is annoyed...but this time, I whispered, "Hey, it's a bunch of girls." and he made this face. It was like he was trying to act like he was irritated, but underneath that irritation was a HUGE smile. And that scares me.
That was at 4:00. He hung out outside with them for at least an hour, then came inside to get his shoes and a hoodie. He said he was going to go downstairs to talk, and I peeked out several times to see him with one of the girls and a few boys, just hanging out. I'm torn because I'm happy he's made friends, but these girls? They're ruthless.
They kept asking to come inside and he kept refusing. They kept telling him they wanted to see the inside of his house, and he kept saying there was no way. Finally, the "annoying girl" left, and it was just the one girl and the other boys. He invited her and one of the boys in, but did so in front of the others who were not invited. Apparently he didn't pay attention when I taught that lesson about exclusion and how unkind it is. I made a note to revisit.
Here's the problem...the girl? It's his best friend's girlfriend. We've had this discussion before. I've explained he can be friends with her and friends with his friend, but if he can't keep his feelings in check, he needs to stop talking to her. Chances are, they won't date forever, but I'm trying to think of a way to tell him the whole "Bros before hoes" bro code without using the word "hoes." I just can't find anything that has a nice ring to it.
I explained that if he opts to "steal" her, he will not only lose his best buddy, but probably her as well, not to mention he'll be labeled as a girlfriend stealer for the remainder of his days here. That would not bode well for him. He was having such a great time outside, I didn't call him in because I didn't want to embarrass him. He didn't have any homework, and he was in a good mood, and we didn't have any plans, so I was okay with it.
He finally came in around 8:00. Starving. Lovesick. And moody. Sheesh, we're moody already and we're only 10?
I vote...No.
Aubs
They came this afternoon, and I could hear them giggling before they even knocked. Normally, N is annoyed...but this time, I whispered, "Hey, it's a bunch of girls." and he made this face. It was like he was trying to act like he was irritated, but underneath that irritation was a HUGE smile. And that scares me.
That was at 4:00. He hung out outside with them for at least an hour, then came inside to get his shoes and a hoodie. He said he was going to go downstairs to talk, and I peeked out several times to see him with one of the girls and a few boys, just hanging out. I'm torn because I'm happy he's made friends, but these girls? They're ruthless.
They kept asking to come inside and he kept refusing. They kept telling him they wanted to see the inside of his house, and he kept saying there was no way. Finally, the "annoying girl" left, and it was just the one girl and the other boys. He invited her and one of the boys in, but did so in front of the others who were not invited. Apparently he didn't pay attention when I taught that lesson about exclusion and how unkind it is. I made a note to revisit.
Here's the problem...the girl? It's his best friend's girlfriend. We've had this discussion before. I've explained he can be friends with her and friends with his friend, but if he can't keep his feelings in check, he needs to stop talking to her. Chances are, they won't date forever, but I'm trying to think of a way to tell him the whole "Bros before hoes" bro code without using the word "hoes." I just can't find anything that has a nice ring to it.
I explained that if he opts to "steal" her, he will not only lose his best buddy, but probably her as well, not to mention he'll be labeled as a girlfriend stealer for the remainder of his days here. That would not bode well for him. He was having such a great time outside, I didn't call him in because I didn't want to embarrass him. He didn't have any homework, and he was in a good mood, and we didn't have any plans, so I was okay with it.
He finally came in around 8:00. Starving. Lovesick. And moody. Sheesh, we're moody already and we're only 10?
I vote...No.
Aubs
Here we grow again...
Seriously, at least once a week, N outgrows something. I realize this is normal, but wouldn't it be awesome if you could just push a button (the belly button perhaps?), and all of the growing he was going to do in a year would happen automatically. He'd shoot up 6 inches or so, his feet would go up a size or so, and I wouldn't have several pair of shorts and twice as many shirts that are suddenly too small for him and entirely too massive for his brother.
A girl can dream.
I noticed his baseball pants looked a little tight at his game on Tuesday. So did several others. He said they were comfortable, a little tight at first, but comfortable. They looked anything but. So, when he got home from school, I asked him if his clothes were okay, or if they were getting tight. His reply? "Mom, sometimes it's hard to breathe." The boy needed some clothes, and since it was just us, we headed off to Grapevine Mills to visit the Nike store.
He kept getting discouraged because there was a serious lack of youth large in stock. He started complaining that he was fat, and I told him, almost angrily, "You're not fat. Youth large is the most popular size." He's not fat. He has a little bit of a tummy on him, but once he actually hits this growth spurt in full force, he's going to have to deal with it. And I can't stand that it gives him a complex, but I get it. Because when I ask if something makes me look fat, and he says "no," I don't necessarily believe him either. Kids are supposed to be brutally honest, and mine consistently lie to try to save my feelings. I'm touched...I think.
Anyway, we found some stuff, and the lovely salesperson charged me twice because the register timed out. Super. We finished up, swung by Under Armour to see if they had anything interesting (they didn't) since I'm stuck with a $30 gift card from a return without a receipt, and headed home to get ready for practice. I saw a few raindrops, but they were just precursors of what was to come AFTER practice was over. I'm super thankful for that because N and I have plans to go watch 42 on Friday, and we wouldn't be able to if practice had been pushed to Friday.
We got to practice and ran into Angela and her kiddos! While I'm sad that our boys aren't on the same team, I'm glad that we run into each other fairly regularly at the practice fields. She was telling me that her son said they should come see more of N's games because they get to see lots of people they know. I agree!
Practice was a mess. The boys were having a great time, but I don't really know how much was actually accomplished. They spent a ton of time discussing Halo, jumping around while shrieking, and some of them opted to use their bats as machine guns. All entertaining to watch, mind you, but frustrating as well, especially since we're playing the toughest team in the league on Saturday morning as game 1 of our double header.
Not only that, our coach is going to be out of town all next week, so one of the dads is taking over for the week...and the coach has put me in charge of everything but coaching. This is a dangerous move, although it's also arguable that I've been in charge of everything else for the last few weeks.
Depending on how you look at it...
Aubs
A girl can dream.
I noticed his baseball pants looked a little tight at his game on Tuesday. So did several others. He said they were comfortable, a little tight at first, but comfortable. They looked anything but. So, when he got home from school, I asked him if his clothes were okay, or if they were getting tight. His reply? "Mom, sometimes it's hard to breathe." The boy needed some clothes, and since it was just us, we headed off to Grapevine Mills to visit the Nike store.
He kept getting discouraged because there was a serious lack of youth large in stock. He started complaining that he was fat, and I told him, almost angrily, "You're not fat. Youth large is the most popular size." He's not fat. He has a little bit of a tummy on him, but once he actually hits this growth spurt in full force, he's going to have to deal with it. And I can't stand that it gives him a complex, but I get it. Because when I ask if something makes me look fat, and he says "no," I don't necessarily believe him either. Kids are supposed to be brutally honest, and mine consistently lie to try to save my feelings. I'm touched...I think.
Anyway, we found some stuff, and the lovely salesperson charged me twice because the register timed out. Super. We finished up, swung by Under Armour to see if they had anything interesting (they didn't) since I'm stuck with a $30 gift card from a return without a receipt, and headed home to get ready for practice. I saw a few raindrops, but they were just precursors of what was to come AFTER practice was over. I'm super thankful for that because N and I have plans to go watch 42 on Friday, and we wouldn't be able to if practice had been pushed to Friday.
We got to practice and ran into Angela and her kiddos! While I'm sad that our boys aren't on the same team, I'm glad that we run into each other fairly regularly at the practice fields. She was telling me that her son said they should come see more of N's games because they get to see lots of people they know. I agree!
Practice was a mess. The boys were having a great time, but I don't really know how much was actually accomplished. They spent a ton of time discussing Halo, jumping around while shrieking, and some of them opted to use their bats as machine guns. All entertaining to watch, mind you, but frustrating as well, especially since we're playing the toughest team in the league on Saturday morning as game 1 of our double header.
Not only that, our coach is going to be out of town all next week, so one of the dads is taking over for the week...and the coach has put me in charge of everything but coaching. This is a dangerous move, although it's also arguable that I've been in charge of everything else for the last few weeks.
Depending on how you look at it...
Aubs
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
It's a great day to be a baseball fan
Not only is today the second day of MLB honoring Jackie Robinson by wearing 42 on their jerseys (Those teams that didn't play yesterday are honoring him tonight), but both of my boys had games tonight.
At 6:00. On opposite ends of town. Of course. (Spoiler Alert: Both teams won! And both boys made some awesome plays...both at first base!)
B is with his dad this week, so I attended N's game, and it was so much fun! We were playing some friends from his team last fall, so I had people to talk to. Not only that, but my friend Angela (her son is one of N's best pals) messaged me on Facebook to find out when his game was, so they came, too! It was like a mini-reunion. Three of the boys were playing, one was watching (he's playing Select ball this season), and all the moms were catching up.
It did my soul some good. I absolutely adore these ladies. I'm so glad we got lumped together last fall, and I wish we were playing together again this season. Hopefully next season will find us with more familiar faces on our team.
The Giants ended up winning against the Reds. I took a picture of my Giant and me before we left for his game, and was so thrilled that we got a good shot on the first try! It never happens, nor does N EVER let me take pictures of him.
It was a big deal. Also, I have mentioned on multiple occasions (especially today) that each time I put on anything "Giants" related, a little piece of me dies a little. I'm so glad B's on the Rangers. We talked about how they ended up being the Giants, and it basically boils down to this...the coach allowed his son to choose the team. I told him to pick a team with a light colored shirt next time. He agreed.
All was right with the world after that. N played first base for a couple of innings, then he pitched. And he wasn't happy about it...in fact, he was unhappy enough that the coach pulled him from pitching and then N had a bit of a pity party. Later, after the game, and after N found out his friend came to watch him and was running all over the place with a BLUE snowcone. On a school night. Ahem. Anyway, I got a text asking if N was okay, and asking if there was anything he could do. He who? Exactly my thought. So I text back, asking if it was N's coach. I don't have his number.
It was. Which was a relief. Because who knows? Anyway, I think N is loving this season a whole lot more than he claims to. He's having a ton of fun...and I'm loving the parents. Not as much as I love my moms from last season, but they're fun. And practice? Well, it's never boring when they show up. In fact, we have a doubleheader this weekend, and had a mini-mom sign-up sheet. I'm bringing mimosas. Haha! So fun!
The blue cooler will be out in full force!
Aubs
At 6:00. On opposite ends of town. Of course. (Spoiler Alert: Both teams won! And both boys made some awesome plays...both at first base!)
B is with his dad this week, so I attended N's game, and it was so much fun! We were playing some friends from his team last fall, so I had people to talk to. Not only that, but my friend Angela (her son is one of N's best pals) messaged me on Facebook to find out when his game was, so they came, too! It was like a mini-reunion. Three of the boys were playing, one was watching (he's playing Select ball this season), and all the moms were catching up.
It did my soul some good. I absolutely adore these ladies. I'm so glad we got lumped together last fall, and I wish we were playing together again this season. Hopefully next season will find us with more familiar faces on our team.
The Giants ended up winning against the Reds. I took a picture of my Giant and me before we left for his game, and was so thrilled that we got a good shot on the first try! It never happens, nor does N EVER let me take pictures of him.
It was a big deal. Also, I have mentioned on multiple occasions (especially today) that each time I put on anything "Giants" related, a little piece of me dies a little. I'm so glad B's on the Rangers. We talked about how they ended up being the Giants, and it basically boils down to this...the coach allowed his son to choose the team. I told him to pick a team with a light colored shirt next time. He agreed.
All was right with the world after that. N played first base for a couple of innings, then he pitched. And he wasn't happy about it...in fact, he was unhappy enough that the coach pulled him from pitching and then N had a bit of a pity party. Later, after the game, and after N found out his friend came to watch him and was running all over the place with a BLUE snowcone. On a school night. Ahem. Anyway, I got a text asking if N was okay, and asking if there was anything he could do. He who? Exactly my thought. So I text back, asking if it was N's coach. I don't have his number.
It was. Which was a relief. Because who knows? Anyway, I think N is loving this season a whole lot more than he claims to. He's having a ton of fun...and I'm loving the parents. Not as much as I love my moms from last season, but they're fun. And practice? Well, it's never boring when they show up. In fact, we have a doubleheader this weekend, and had a mini-mom sign-up sheet. I'm bringing mimosas. Haha! So fun!
The blue cooler will be out in full force!
Aubs
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