Fishing Trip

Hello, all.

It's Friday. Yippee!!!

Actually, I have extra reasons to be excited about this weekend. Hubby took the boys on a fishing weekend in Arkansas with one of our best friends.

YAY!!!

It's just me and the Princess until Sunday night. I can't believe how excited I am about this.

It really didn't dawn on me until yesterday that the afore mentioned fishing weekend was this weekend.

Hubby and our Arkansas friend, Paul, have been trying to get together to take the boys fishing for over a year. But schedules kept shifting, other activities popping up, and life just interfered.

And we've been so busy with t-ball and other activities, I just didn't get that it was time for the trip.

Now, I have to say, the mom in me is TOTALLY freaking out. What if they drown? What if they get bitten by a snake? What if they get bitten by a spider? Kidnapped? Run over? Broken bones? A nasty cut that gets infected?

I could work myself up into a full-blown panic. But I have prayed every hour, on the hour, threatened my husband within an inch of his life to keep an eye on them, and threatened the boys themselves to listen to their Daddy and Paul, and do everything they are told.

We'll see how that goes.

So the Princess and I will be playing, eating lots of sugar, and working on my manuscript. Well, she'll just watch me type and try to push a key every now and then.

And hopefully it will be a safe and happy weekend for everyone. Hope your weekend is safe and happy, too.

Later.

Good morning, everyone.

It's Wednesday and it's been super busy the last two days. Baseball camp, t-ball games, and playing outside have worn me out.

The boys have loved camp, but the last day has been rescheduled. We got a down pour last night, and the field is a muddy mess.

So that means the game tonight will probably be rescheduled too.

They have won the last two games, including a game against their "rival" team. Both boys have been doing very well, and they are totally into t-ball and baseball right now.

The Princess is getting a little tired of all the baseball stuff, but she's hanging in there.

I'm getting a little tired of it myself. This week we've gone to practice, come home to "play" baseball, taken a nap (YES!!!), get up and play some more baseball, and then get ready for our game. They've played their game well, and then come home after the game to play more baseball.

I'm ready for them to get sick of t-ball. I'm sick of t-ball.

Well, not really sick of it, just worn out this week.

And I'm tired, so I'll post more on Friday.

Later.

Howdy.

Wow. I am beat, and it's only Monday morning. Well, it's actually closer to noon, but you get the idea.

We had a super busy weekend, and we've started the week off with a bang, too.

We started Baseball Camp this morning, and even though it was hot, it was also fun. The boys did well, paid attention, and said they are ready to go back tomorrow.

I'm taking that as a good sign.

Tonight we have a t-ball game, and two more this week. One might be rained out, but we'll have to see. The weather is talking down pour, so the make up game may not get made up yet.

So I am trying to get the boys uniforms clean, the Princess is taking a nap because she went to bed late and I got her up way too early to get ready to go watch the twins at camp, and I've gotta fit paying the bills in sometime between this post, lunch, laundry, and getting ready and leaving for t-ball.

Busy, busy, busy.

So I'll post Wednesday on how everything is going . . . if I survive.

Later.

Hey folks.

Hope everyone is ready for the weekend. I know we are.

The boys played a great t-ball game last night, although they did lose, 12-11. Twin B had a great game, and Twin A did well, too.

Usually it's Twin A who is the more athletic, interested in sports kid, but Twin B was just on his game last night . . . for a 5 year old.

And I gotta say, it was intense . . . for a t-ball game.

It was the same team we lost to last time, and both groups of kids are getting pretty good. They're starting to understand the fundamentals: forced outs, tagging a runner out, stealing bases, but they are still WAY in the early stages of developing their game.

Both boys played well, assisted in outs, hit the ball and scored runs.

They want to go to baseball camp next week, and we decided to go ahead and let them try it. It's two hours in the morning for three days. Not exactly intense training.

So we'll see how it goes.

I don't know how long their interest in sports will last, and I know other activities will come along, too. It should be fun to see what they like doing as they get older. As long as it's not getting into trouble, but I know that's inevitable as well.

So I hope everyone has a great weekend. Have fun and stay safe.

Later.

Good morning, all.

Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day weekend, got lots of sunshine, and remembered those who've sacrificed for our country.

We've been crazy busy, or at least it feels that way.

We were supposed to play t-ball yesterday and got rained out. Or rather, it poured during the night, and the field was still too muddy by that evening.

We did end up at my mom's for a picnic, but rain and other issues messed with those plans.

On Saturday morning I had a message in my inbox from an agent with an invite to send the first three chapters of my book.

This was great. I planned to work all weekend to revise those chapters and get the them sent ASAP. But it seemed like the harder I tried to work, the more problems kept popping up.

Then we got home from Mom's house, I checked my e-mail again, and there was another message. This was from the coordinator of a contest I finalled in last week.

Anyone who wanted to revise their entry and re-submit for the next round of judging needed to have it to the coordinator by 11am the next morning. This was 8:30pm the night before.

All I have to say is thank the Lord (seriously, I was praying like crazy) I was already trying to get the chapters revised for the agent, because I would never have gotten it done otherwise.

And I have to give a HUGE Thank You to my critique partner and to my husband for looking over the submission for me. They both caught some errors and I was able to get it sent in at 11:01am.

The kids have been pretty good so far, but we're only on day two of summer vacation, so we'll see how it goes.

And I guess that's it for now.

Later.

Hello, all.

It's Friday morning, and the start of Memorial Day weekend. Woohoo!

I would love to say that we have big plans for the weekend, but that's not the case. We're hanging out at home today and tomorrow, and possibly headed to Mom's house for a picnic on Sunday afternoon.

And if my brother has his way, he may talk us into hauling hay.

We had another t-ball game Wednesday night, and we lost.

The team we were playing was 5-0, and they were good. We had a chance, but their team caught an unexpected break.

Literally.

One of our players hit the ball and it went airborn. This, in and of itself, is a miraculous feat. Most of these kids are lucky to hit the ball five feet, much less hit a pop-up.

So the ball is in the air and we are so excited, and then . . . boom.

The pitcher catches the ball.

Again, another miracle on the mound because no one on our team can catch a ball that's been thrown to them.

So our team is scrambling to get back on their bases, the kids on both teams are all confused, and the other team manages to get the ball to second and tag our runner out.

Oh, well.

We did a good job from there, but with run rules and only three innings, we just didn't have a chance to come back.

But after three innings, most of the players have lost the ability to concentrate, and they're just running around in circles, playing in the dirt, or climbing the walls of the dugout.

Again, literally.

So the game ended 15-13. Twin A was a little disappointed, and Twin B could have cared less. I think if we end up going to my Mom's house, we might have our own practice to get ready for games next week.

But we'll just have to see how it goes.

I hope everyone has a fun and safe Memorial Day weekend!!!

Later.

The Great T-Ball Game

Hi, everyone!

Oh, my gosh. I am in such a flutter this morning. Yesterday, the twins played their 3rd t-ball game in a season that should already be half over. But with all the rain we've had in the last 6 weeks, our team is a little behind.

My mom, brother, and sister-in-law came over to watch, and the boys were wiggling with excitement.

So, anyway. We get to the field and I see the team we're playing against.

The Peaches.

An all girl team of some of the cutest little darlings I've ever seen! SO CUTE!!

But I also got a sinking sensation when I saw them. Girls listen better at this age. They have much better attention spans, and follow instructions more closely.

So my immediate thought was, "Well, here comes our first loss."

And the game begins. We take the field first, but the twins are benched for the first inning, which they still don't get. Only ten positions on the field, and thirteen kids on the team . . . someone isn't going to get to play.

But they got over it, went out in the second inning, and did well. We have a couple of coaches who take advantage of some of the rules, and our team was sending kids around the bases, headed for home.

So then the other team starts doing the same thing.

We're getting outs . . . they're getting outs.

We take advantage of getting an out at home plate . . . so do they. (And a little disclaimer here: most of the time, the kids only know "Throw the ball to first to get an out." They don't understand the concept of an out on the lead runner at any base. So the out at home plate was a new skill for them.)

The game is down to the wire. Peaches ahead 14-10. We're last at bat.

It's t-ball, and I'm sitting on the edge of my seat, chewing my fingernails off, hoping we'll be able to pull off the win.

We get a couple of runs.

Twin B comes up to bat.

He hits the ball and gets on base.

I'm relieved. Mom and I are talking about how she never liked watching us play in tense circumstances because it was just too much pressure. I agreed. I tell her I hope that doesn't happen here.

There's an out somewhere in here and a couple more runs. The score is tied at 14-14.

Bases are loaded.

Another out.

So there's two outs with Twin B on second, and Twin A is up to bat.

I'm about to have a massive coronary right there in the dirt.

Twin A hits the ball and runs for first. Twin B makes it to third.

There's confusion on the field with the other team as to what to do with the ball. They throw it for home plate.

The coach is telling Twin B to run for home, but then says come back when he sees the ball headed that way.

Twin B doesn't hear him and keeps running.

I'm gripping the fence like a mad woman, screaming for my kid to, "Run, baby! Run! Run! RUN!!!"

He scores!!!!

We win the game 15-14, and I collapse from an aneurysm into my chair.

And I never want to go through another close game like that again! However, as long as my kids are involved in sports, that's the way it works.

I may just have to invest in Valium to keep myself calm.

And we have another game tonight. I may get liquored-up before we go. I don't think I can handle the stress.

The boys were very happy, then promptly forgot that anything special happened.

Oh, to have that kind of attention span.

Later.