T-Ball

T-Ball season has come and gone.  We are always glad to start t-ball, and I am always glad when the last game is played.  Those few weeks of hurried afternoons, late dinners, and late bed times serve our family in many ways.  We get to meet new people, which we love.  This year this was especially great because we are so new to our community.  

T-ball also gives our boys a chance to learn a new skills.  Carter was tearing the field up this year with strong batting, fast running, and consistent cat

ching.  

Josh was tearing up the field in another way- getting thoroughly dizzy drawing  intense circles in the clay with his cleats and wrestling in the dug-out with his new buddies.  (In all fairness, not all his time was spent this way- when he was up to bat, he was focused and he ran fast around the bases.)  

Last year, when Carter was learning the game, I was always very nervous.  Would he strike out?  Would he catch the ball?  This time around, I was able to laugh and enjoy the learning curve.

Take a look:

Here's Josh throwing the ball to first, sporting his signature look- the "only the front" shirt tuck.

"Carter, look over here so I can take your picture."

Carter after hitting the ball.  He was always the last player on his team up to bat, so the coaches would have him run the bases.  He started to think that he had hit a home run every time.  I had to tell him the real story- he was just the base cleaner, so to speak.  He took it well.

Family Wrestle Mania

The children and I were enjoying some quiet couch time this evening while Scott went for a walk. It was peaceful, and I enjoyed sitting with all three kids- even Josh, our little wiggler, was quietly sitting in my lap. We talked about their day, how much they enjoyed 'playing tennis' with Daddy earlier at the park, among other things.

After Scott got home, I took Sophie back to get her ready for bed and within 30 seconds heard what I would refer to as chaos coming from the living room. It took no time at all for the peace and quiet to disappear to be replaced with screaming, wrestling, and the sounds of general bedlam.

This is a normal occurrence with Scott and the boys. All three of them seem unable to resist such scenes when they are all together and I am not in the room. If it happens to start when I am still around, I make my exit as quickly as possible, due to the fact that my mothering insticnt does not take such scenes well.

It is almost like a magnetic force- as soon as they see each other, a sly smile will spread across one of their faces, soon to be followed by some sort of aggravating behavior- flicking, elbowing, or smacking and running. All this action is done to the background of a lot of screaming and very loud laughter.

It is true that these sessions often end with someone crying. Such is the cost of Family Wrestle Mania, and the cost is apparently not high enough to deter a new round at the next available opportunity.

Such is life with boys and their dad. I love it. And I also love that Sophie and I get to go back to her room to rock in the rocking chair and quietly sing good night songs.