The Puddles

The whole family was at Ben’s make-up game at the Y this week.  Ben had already struck out a couple of times and had got out before he hit first base one other time.  Poor guy was having it tough.  I don’t know if he ever got disappointed before, but on that day he was really sad about it.  So Dad took him aside and practiced hitting by having Ben hit him in the glove.  At the next up at bat, he hit the ball hard and scored.  He was dancing on first base.  It was so awesome!  It took a little extra special attention from Daddy and he was golden!

Another picture of my awesome boy

Fruit flies have invaded my kitchen.  I hate fruit flies. It all started with some pears, and now I can’t get rid of them.  I have resorted to putting all fresh food in the fridge.  Onions, potatoes, bread, apples.  They are attacking everything.  The children are starting to notice.  Chris says that there is nothing that you can do about it. I don’t know what to do.  I am ready to smoke out the whole house with cancer causing chemicals.  If it works, I’ll do it.

There are birds in my chimney.  I think they may be building a nest.  My husband wants to go to the top of the chimney to replace the screen to prevent this.  I think that I would rather have the birds then have Chris fall off the roof.

Wasps building nest. Ants biting ankles. Snakes living in my ivy.  Mosquitoes creating dot-to-dots on Ainsley.

I knew that living in Texas was like this.  I grew up here, but honestly!

Putting all of this aside, I will take wasps, fruit flies, ants, mosquitoes, and birds any day then all of the snakes that were in my basement in Nebraska.

He is so cute!  I love it when I get Gordon all to myself.  Especially when I am out-and-about running errands and someone says to me, “Is that your son?”  And I get to say, “Yes. Yes he is!”  Lucky me gets to claim him for my own. (I am seriously kidding.)  I would be lucky to have him, but I am also very lucky and get to pass him back to his doting parents.  Since his parents are professional photographers, he has the best pictures!  Luckily his folks are willing to share their skills and practice on my children on occasion.  Like today!

This is our first and last time this whole sports season that we were able to go to both Ben and Madie’s games as a family.  Most of the time they play at the same time on opposite sides of town.  Uncle Dave joined us today at both games.  He was able to take pictures at Ben’s game today.  As usual they are awesome!

Take a look at my boy!  I forgot to feed him a poptart today (I did it last week and he did really well!) so he struck out.  But he had an awesome time doing it!  Uncle David is for hire!  Just check out the link to their website on the right.  He makes a six year old look like a pro!

At Girl Scouts we were discussing how our moms make dinner and Madie says to the entire room,

“My mom takes dinner out of the fridge that we have already eaten and serves it again.  Yuck!” (a.k.a. leftovers!)

All of the mothers in the room cracked up laughing with one mom saying that “already eaten food in the best kind!”

Upon receiving her lunch from Sonic today, Ainsley says with glee . . .

“I am so lucky!  I got TWO napkins today!”

so saith the Ainsley.

But I can’t. He is four years old. He plays on Ainsley’s soccer time and he pushed my baby down today.  Nobody does that to MY baby!  This is the same kid who sits off to the sidelines crying about not wanting to play and then runs on to the field when our team has the ball and is almost at the goal and then shoves to kid who has the ball down and kicks it in.  (That sentence was a run-on.  I know.  But trust me, I haven’t taken a breath yet.)  He bulldozed my Ainsley down. “On purpose or accident?” (that’s what I ask all the time at home).  It was definitely ON PURPOSE.  I was ready to march on that field and TAKE HIM OUT! But I got a hold of myself and didn’t move out of my chair.  I concentrated on hugging on Ainsley who was upset.  And I let the coach try to handle it.  (He wasn’t successful but he did try.)

Got to love sports!  It suppose to be all fun at this age!  I am working on my deep breathing techniques for the next game.  I think I am going to need it for the last two games if I want to come out without saying something mean to the parents of that child.  You should know that at most of her games we are laughing and having a good time at the antics of four year olds playing soccer, but being a bully on the field is where I draw the line.  One day Ainsley will stand up for herself and he will suffer the rath of Ainsley and that will be worse then any punishment that I could ever dose out.

I think that my mind has turned to mush.  I was told I needed to update the blog, but I cannot find the words to say.  Odd.  I don’t usually have this very weird sensation of not knowing what to say.  Chris says it is the deep thinking that he and I have done the last few days.  Deep thinking about subjects that are emotionally draining can destroy brain cells.  That’s what he says.  We have had great talks about life (and when he is running a high fever, these talks become really interesting!!!) and the joys and pains of being in the church.  Some days one side outweighs the other, but in the end it all equals out.  At least . . . we hope it does.

He is sick.  Really sick.  Moaning in bed thinking that he is at death’s door sick.  Poor guy.  Chris is sick.  He came home from volunteering at the kid’s school all day yesterday and then promptly got sick.  I tucked him into bed and went to sleep somewhere else.  No way did I want what he had.

So on to today.  The day has been full.  Full of drama and tears.  We gave Chris enough medicine to make it to his VERY important meeting this morning.  He made it and then made it back home again.  I think he is still sleeping.

The children miss daddy (eventhough he is only upstairs, the children are banned from seeing him).  Everyone seems to be having one of those days.  The children and the world around us included.  I think that I have talked to, emailed with, or listened to many of them today (myself included in that).  The words “stress” and/or “hurt” seem to be the words of the day.

I think that I will be glad when tomorrow comes.