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
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