This song has been stuck in all of our heads for weeks. I don't even know who started it, but someone was humming it, and it caught on like wildfire. And it really drives me crazy. This is how I know my children belong to me:
Me: Hey, what do you want to wear today?
N: Hmmmmmm...how about, "Apple bottom jeans and the boots with the fur?"
B: "Low low low low low low..."
Me: Um, okay then. Thanks a lot guys.
And I leave to go make breakfast. Three times so far this week.
There's been a lot of arguing at my house lately. N has a crush on a girl who lives a few buildings over, and she was "dating" his best friend, but now she isn't anymore? Or something. I don't know. N used to tell me everything, but now he tells me that he hates when I know his business.
You know, until the next time he wants to confide in me.
Anyway, B knows N likes this girl, so he constantly asks him about whether or not he likes her. In public. In front of other kids. And N gets so super mad. I can't blame him, but sheesh! Nobody listens to me when I tell them not to attempt to steal his best friend's girlfriend.
And speaking of B...he's had some crazy mornings this week. He just keeps melting down for no reason, and holy crap on a cracker. That kid eats slower than anyone I've ever met in my life, and I know a ton of people who eat slowly. Heck, I eat slowly, usually because I'm talking, but I still finish way before he does. And it's not like there's a ton of time at breakfast.
And then? Then it was time for baseball. Rematch: Giants vs Marlins...win or go home. Would it be a game similar to our win against them earlier in the season, or like the loss we had later in the season? After the top of the first inning, the outlook was good...
And then, the next thing we know, it's 8-0 in the top of the 4th inning. Oddly enough, this is when we rallied last time, too, although it still ended up being a loss. All of our boys were having a hard time hitting against one of the Marlins pitchers, and their super-star pitcher/catcher was playing shortstop instead. Nothing got past him.
Unfortunately, things did not go well when our team was fielding. N had an exhausting game as catcher, and was literally dripping sweat by the time the game was over. He was so frustrated, as always, trying to carry the blame on his shoulders for throws he threw to third or second that were missed by their intended targets. We explained countless times that it's not his fault if the other person doesn't catch the ball...especially if it's a throw that could be easily caught.
Angela and two of her boys came to the game to cheer on both teams: her N has friends on both teams, and R came to play with B. It was so much fun to catch up with her and her perfect hair. After the game was over, I went into the dugout to untie the blankets that I'd grabbed from the trunk of my car to block the sunlight in the dugout. You know, because our players aren't spoiled or anything.
I met Angela at the entrance to the ball fields, where she was standing, waiting for her children to meander over to her. R was the missing party, and as I walked to my car, I noticed him jumping up and down in front of her vehicle. It was hilarious, watching him jumping up and down, waving his arms, while yelling, "HEY MOM! I'M OVER HERE!"
N had already requested Fuddruckers, win or lose, so off we went...and on the way, we discussed going to see the Marlins play the Cardinals in their championship game on Tuesday. And once we got to Fuddruckers, N consumed an entire 2/3 lb burger. And then he said he thought he might die.
Because, well...let's just say I'm glad I talked him out of the 1 lb burger.
So, our baseball season is over, which is actually kind of perfect because we have lots of plans for friends and fun this summer.
Aubs
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