The younger boys' season ended last Saturday but Cobb's team is having a playoff series. Game 1 was last night.......they lost but we had a lot of fun.
Normally, I'm very involved with the boys' teams but that hasn't worked out with Jacob's team this year. His practice overlaps two of the younger boys' practices, so I miss those. Matty's coach needed my help to keep the score book and run dugout so his games took priority if there was any overlap on game days.
That all added up to me being just an occasional spectator at my oldest child's games.
Last night however, they were short coaches so I volunteered to run the dugout and keep the score book. The coach was a little sceptical. His wife is not a sport person and he's the type of guy that assumes that all women are likewise. But he gave me the book and resigned that he'd have no stats and the batting order would be a mess. (In the interest of full disclosure, bringing my knitting onto the field may have contributed to his worry.)
Well, until I yelled, "Byran, you're in the box. Shawn, you're on deck. Chris, you're in the hole. David, you're up after Chris."
Every body on the team just looked at me in shock. Well, everyone but my son and a kid who was on my son's team last year.
That kid walked up to me and asked, "What are you knitting now, Miss Sheila?"
By the end of the game, all the boys were chatting with me and coach had accepted that a Mom could actually know something about baseball.
I've got a repeat performance tonight. I hope we win this one.
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Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Almost.....
The camp out is almost here and pretty soon my life will be back to relative normal.
Until then here's a little update.
ZD has been travelling....a lot. In fact he's out west this week and is absolutely no help to me whatsoever. He'll be back in time for the actual camping.
We got a new cat. She's not here right at this moment because she was spayed today and is at the vet's under observation. Her name is Cleo and she was a stray on post. She's about 18 months old. She spent the last 4 months living at the Veterinary center in a small kennel...waiting for a home. She spent the previous 14 months trying to survive and having more kittens than her body could support. She's about 6 pounds and you can tell that she was malnourished during her formative months. She's sweet as can be and already fits right into the household.
Baseball is still going strong. We'll miss this week's games due to the camp out. Oldest boy took a hard pitch off his knee cap at the first game. It hurt him for a while but he's back to 95% now. Second boy is playing catcher and loving it. Third boy is getting a hit in every game...which shocks ZD and I. He just loves to play and is quite oblivious to any sort of competitiveness. And Sam, well, he hasn't knock anyone out yet. I'm glad he'll be moving out of t-ball next year. We really should have played him up this year.
Thankfully, we don't have games next weekend. ZD and I had planned a little couples retreat for the long weekend. With his work schedule and all my stuff, our weekends are full. We're so busy working and being parents that we don't have enough time to just be husband and wife. But, I overlooked an all day play practice for the boys so there goes our little trip together. (Seriously, who the heck schedules practices for Memorial Day Weekend. Especially in an area that ends school that week!)
I'm trying very hard to not be angry about it and failing miserably.
School is just about done. Then it's time for my favorite time of the year. PLANNING!
No, just kidding. I get to spend all day at the pool. Monday through Friday, from 10 am to 2 pm....if you need me, I'll be at the pool. This children are counting down the days until May 26th. The swimsuits are all located, the towels are clean, and we have new pool toys. All we need are snacks and sunscreen.
(Which reminds me....."theatre week" will encroach on my pool time. snarl I swear, next time someone says, "Oh come join the homeschool drama. It will be fun. Your kid will love it." Please smack me. Scouts takes up less time than this play has. Cub and Boy Scouts combined.)
Until then here's a little update.
ZD has been travelling....a lot. In fact he's out west this week and is absolutely no help to me whatsoever. He'll be back in time for the actual camping.
We got a new cat. She's not here right at this moment because she was spayed today and is at the vet's under observation. Her name is Cleo and she was a stray on post. She's about 18 months old. She spent the last 4 months living at the Veterinary center in a small kennel...waiting for a home. She spent the previous 14 months trying to survive and having more kittens than her body could support. She's about 6 pounds and you can tell that she was malnourished during her formative months. She's sweet as can be and already fits right into the household.
Baseball is still going strong. We'll miss this week's games due to the camp out. Oldest boy took a hard pitch off his knee cap at the first game. It hurt him for a while but he's back to 95% now. Second boy is playing catcher and loving it. Third boy is getting a hit in every game...which shocks ZD and I. He just loves to play and is quite oblivious to any sort of competitiveness. And Sam, well, he hasn't knock anyone out yet. I'm glad he'll be moving out of t-ball next year. We really should have played him up this year.
Thankfully, we don't have games next weekend. ZD and I had planned a little couples retreat for the long weekend. With his work schedule and all my stuff, our weekends are full. We're so busy working and being parents that we don't have enough time to just be husband and wife. But, I overlooked an all day play practice for the boys so there goes our little trip together. (Seriously, who the heck schedules practices for Memorial Day Weekend. Especially in an area that ends school that week!)
I'm trying very hard to not be angry about it and failing miserably.
School is just about done. Then it's time for my favorite time of the year. PLANNING!
No, just kidding. I get to spend all day at the pool. Monday through Friday, from 10 am to 2 pm....if you need me, I'll be at the pool. This children are counting down the days until May 26th. The swimsuits are all located, the towels are clean, and we have new pool toys. All we need are snacks and sunscreen.
(Which reminds me....."theatre week" will encroach on my pool time. snarl I swear, next time someone says, "Oh come join the homeschool drama. It will be fun. Your kid will love it." Please smack me. Scouts takes up less time than this play has. Cub and Boy Scouts combined.)
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Nobody bought me any peanuts
We had four baseball games today starting at the oh-my-gawd time of 8:30 am. That meant I had to get four boys in baseball uniforms, with gear and water bottles, out of the house by 8 am....on a Saturday.
We started with the littlest guy's t-ball game. Ha, ha, ha....it was insanity. Total chaos. Anarchy in team uniforms.
I can quite safely say that my kid was not the worst kid on those two teams. The hilarity was worth the early morning wake-up. T-ball games always end in a tie because they don't start getting out until mid-season.
Next was the 7 year-old's machine pitch game. He was worried that he wouldn't get a hit, but he got two. He got left on 2nd base the first inning, and then got out at 3rd in the 4th inning. Other than his team's unfortunate team jersey color, everything is perfect. Great coaches. Fun kids. Wonderful parents. They won due to some creative base running and an amazing catch made by the 3rd base player. Every adult watching on both sides was cheering for this kid when he caught that ball.
My oldest two played at the same time so ZD and I split up. We kept each other updated on the cell phones. My "serious one" , DS2, was catcher and got 3 hits. Including one that rolled out to the fence. It wasn't enough to save the game and they lost by 4 runs. But he coach was impressed that he caught the whole game in almost 90 degree weather and never once complained.
DS2 has no depth perception at all due to some vision issues that have not been corrected even with numerous surgeries. ZD and I have stopped trying to figure out how he can hit a baseball so well. He just can.
Oldest boy was the clean up batter for his team. On his first pitch, he was hit right on the knee. The pitcher was a friend of his and he felt terrible. It was bad enough that he had to have a pitch runner who ended up scoring the first run of the game. After sitting out an inning, he was back out in center field. He kept ice on it while in the dug out and felt good enough to risk batting again. He managed to get a hit and score a run. It wasn't graceful though, that's for sure.
His team won by 5 runs.
But the umpire warned him that he would need to ice and elevate his knee after the game. I thought it was an over reaction until I got a good look at his leg.
Holy Cow!
The impact was enough to break the skin and he has an egg size lump on his knee. I'm sure glad I didn't know that during the game.
He's walking on it fine right now, so I guess it's nothing to be worried about. He says it doesn't hurt unless I poke it. (Mom's are required to poke things to see just how bad they are. It's in that long list of "things moms can do" that is printed on the back of their birth certificates.)
After all that baseball, we still had to get haircuts and go to scouts. Now I'm just downright exhausted. But at least I'm not sunburned like ZD is.
If he would have shared his peanuts....I would have shared my sunscreen.
We started with the littlest guy's t-ball game. Ha, ha, ha....it was insanity. Total chaos. Anarchy in team uniforms.
I can quite safely say that my kid was not the worst kid on those two teams. The hilarity was worth the early morning wake-up. T-ball games always end in a tie because they don't start getting out until mid-season.
Next was the 7 year-old's machine pitch game. He was worried that he wouldn't get a hit, but he got two. He got left on 2nd base the first inning, and then got out at 3rd in the 4th inning. Other than his team's unfortunate team jersey color, everything is perfect. Great coaches. Fun kids. Wonderful parents. They won due to some creative base running and an amazing catch made by the 3rd base player. Every adult watching on both sides was cheering for this kid when he caught that ball.
My oldest two played at the same time so ZD and I split up. We kept each other updated on the cell phones. My "serious one" , DS2, was catcher and got 3 hits. Including one that rolled out to the fence. It wasn't enough to save the game and they lost by 4 runs. But he coach was impressed that he caught the whole game in almost 90 degree weather and never once complained.
DS2 has no depth perception at all due to some vision issues that have not been corrected even with numerous surgeries. ZD and I have stopped trying to figure out how he can hit a baseball so well. He just can.
Oldest boy was the clean up batter for his team. On his first pitch, he was hit right on the knee. The pitcher was a friend of his and he felt terrible. It was bad enough that he had to have a pitch runner who ended up scoring the first run of the game. After sitting out an inning, he was back out in center field. He kept ice on it while in the dug out and felt good enough to risk batting again. He managed to get a hit and score a run. It wasn't graceful though, that's for sure.
His team won by 5 runs.
But the umpire warned him that he would need to ice and elevate his knee after the game. I thought it was an over reaction until I got a good look at his leg.
Holy Cow!
The impact was enough to break the skin and he has an egg size lump on his knee. I'm sure glad I didn't know that during the game.
He's walking on it fine right now, so I guess it's nothing to be worried about. He says it doesn't hurt unless I poke it. (Mom's are required to poke things to see just how bad they are. It's in that long list of "things moms can do" that is printed on the back of their birth certificates.)
After all that baseball, we still had to get haircuts and go to scouts. Now I'm just downright exhausted. But at least I'm not sunburned like ZD is.
If he would have shared his peanuts....I would have shared my sunscreen.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
An unexpected day off
This morning, I woke with the realization that I was going to have a really, really crazy day.
I lie in bed going planning out my day mentally.
First, get all four boys up, fed, and started on school work. Then the two middle boys had speech at the local public school.
After lunch, we had to gather up the baseball supplies, order new cleats for the oldest boy (They don't sell his size in the stores.), and then head over to the sports place to buy a new glove, a new bat, and some baseballs. (I think the cat has been eating the baseballs in the off season. And you would think that with a dozen baseball gloves and a half dozen bats, that each child would be able to find one of each to suit them.)
After shopping, I would pack drinks and snacks for the evening then grab my great-nephew from school. Said school is half an hour from my house in the opposite direction of the baseball fields. Then turn around and drive 45 minutes to baseball practice. 5 kids with practice from 4:30 to 7:30.
Then I planned to pick up pizza before heading out to a meeting at 8 pm. (I planned on being a little late to the meeting.)
But speech was cancelled due to a meeting at the school.
All the children managed to find gloves, hats, and bats that they felt were appropriate. Everything was quickly packed into the truck along with chairs, snacks, and water bottles.
Then one by one, all four coaches called to cancel practices. The recent rains have flooded the fields and practicing on them would tear up the new grass growth.
At least I'll make it to my meeting on time.
I lie in bed going planning out my day mentally.
First, get all four boys up, fed, and started on school work. Then the two middle boys had speech at the local public school.
After lunch, we had to gather up the baseball supplies, order new cleats for the oldest boy (They don't sell his size in the stores.), and then head over to the sports place to buy a new glove, a new bat, and some baseballs. (I think the cat has been eating the baseballs in the off season. And you would think that with a dozen baseball gloves and a half dozen bats, that each child would be able to find one of each to suit them.)
After shopping, I would pack drinks and snacks for the evening then grab my great-nephew from school. Said school is half an hour from my house in the opposite direction of the baseball fields. Then turn around and drive 45 minutes to baseball practice. 5 kids with practice from 4:30 to 7:30.
Then I planned to pick up pizza before heading out to a meeting at 8 pm. (I planned on being a little late to the meeting.)
But speech was cancelled due to a meeting at the school.
All the children managed to find gloves, hats, and bats that they felt were appropriate. Everything was quickly packed into the truck along with chairs, snacks, and water bottles.
Then one by one, all four coaches called to cancel practices. The recent rains have flooded the fields and practicing on them would tear up the new grass growth.
At least I'll make it to my meeting on time.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Woohee....
Go Wickman! What a closer! Yeah Thorman. Even though you were just glad to get a piece of it. It was a beuatiful HR.
Go Braves!
Y'all take all the innings you need to get the win.
And....as a bonus my beloved Gamecocks beat Furman. Now to do the same to Florida.
It was a good night for baseball.
Go Braves!
Y'all take all the innings you need to get the win.
And....as a bonus my beloved Gamecocks beat Furman. Now to do the same to Florida.
It was a good night for baseball.
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