Thursday, June 14, 2012

I Remembered My Camera!

Tonight was the last night of baseball(ish) for the kids.  I say "ish" because it's a very casual meet-once-a-week-practice-and-game-the-same-night-just-for-two-months kind of league.  There's a lot of budding music majors on these teams, if you know what I mean.

BUT...and it's a big but, (no jokes please) the kids love it, and despite the fact that we are doing everything we can to hamper their lives by making them weird and homeschooling them and stuff, they did really well.
Especially considering that half the games were rained out this year. I choose to believe that we have now used up all the rain quota for the summer, and in a few weeks everyone from BC will be complaining about how hot it is, and how they just wish it would cool down and rain already.

I'm a punch drunk optimist sometimes.

Tyson loved playing t-ball.  He confidently declared "I was awesome tonight and I'm pretty sure we won" every single game.  It doesn't matter how often you tell kids you aren't keeping score - because they always are, even if it's only in the imaginary game they are playing in their heads.

I love his confidence.  He just oozes awesome, and like Nate did when he was that age, he provides his own sounds effects for every move.  Screech...nair-na-nair-nair-naaaaaiiiiirrrr...zzoooooom...nah-nair-nair...uuuurrrch...nah-nah-nair-nair... WOOHOO!  AWESOME! Ya!  Fist-pumps all around  (That's him rounding the bases in case you don't speak six year old.)

And then there's Keaton.  I really can't relate to his lot in life, I was always the one who got to do everything first, I never had to be dragged around from thing to thing all for the glorious privilege of watching everyone older than you do something.

Fortunately for my brother and sisters there wasn't a lot of dragging, or more truthfully any dragging to sporting events for me.  (Minus the one year my Mom had me in t-ball.  She got tired of calling me off the playground to attempt batting, so we never did repeat that.  Or if we did I've buried the scarring events in my sub-conscious)  But they probably had to sit through their fair share of piano recitals, music festivals, and drama performances.  Suckers.

Anyway, Keaton survived with a minimal amount of whining all because I bought a box of "training" (wagon) wheels for when the game was over.

Morgan, Brennan and Nathan were all on the same team.   It was great watching them have fun together like that.  It's not very often they get to all do team stuff together, and this is Morgan's last year in this league,so I'm glad we took the plunge and did it this season.  Good memories, those.

My husband, bless him, remembered how much he loves to coach.   The kids were so proud of their Dad.  He is a great encourager and a fantastic teacher.  He even eventually figured out how to pitch.

Can't help lovin' that man of mine.

I'm feeling pretty smurfy because I remembered to bring the real camera, and while saying I got some great shots to anyone with any photographic talent is kind of like buying a fancy stove and saying I make great Kraft Dinner to a chef - I did get some pictures, and some of them did turn out, and another good batch memories has been saved! Fist Pumps all around for me too!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Littlest Man

This is Keaton.  My 20-percent-added-bonus-baby.

He's hardly a baby anymore.  In fact we often call him Brutus, just cause he's built like a Mac truck,and calling him a go-getter is somewhat of an understatement.  

His idea of fun every morning is to see how many steps up from the landing he can jump off of without breaking a limb.  

This morning it was five.  

I think for my sake, I'm going to have to ask him to stop that morning ritual.  I just can't imagine it going well in the ER if I try and explain stair-jumping to someone who's never had a gaggle of boys who seem to get braver (and smarter, ahem) with each passing day.  

Maybe brave isn't the best word.  But really isn't bravery just doing what seems un-doable to everyone else? "If I made 2 steps, why not 3?  I made 3, how about 4?"  It stands to reason that Superman's Mom must have let him start leaping stairs before he started to leap tall buildings in a single bound.  

If he doesn't become a super-hero he is at least hoping to save the world from evil mushrooms and turtles.  I'm quite thankful he doesn't have a big black mustache at three years old though.

Yesterday he informed Tyson at the dinner table of the following:

"Tyson, Ma-sin (Madison) wants to kiss me"

He paused for a moment as if to let it all sink in.  Tyson probably ignored him or at best raised his eyebrows with a "Whaaa???"

Then, in a way that only 3 year olds who are very certain of what their life entails said:

"Yeah, we're go-get married."

I can tell you right now, if that ever happens Madison's mother and I will both die of shock.    They have what can be best described as a love-hate relationship.

Whatever happens, I'm just gonna count myself lucky that this Super-hero-in-training gives me lots of kisses and counts me as his first love right now.   Ma-sin's just gonna have to wait :)

Friday, June 8, 2012

The Best Day Ever

Tyson and I had what Tyson described as "The best day ever" last Thursday.

We were at Children's Hospital in Vancouver.

In the ER.

It didn't matter that he needed an IV, and bloodwork.  It didn't matter that he couldn't eat for 6 hours while we waited to see if he needed any new scans or xrays.   It didn't matter that he was stuck there with nothing but his Mom and a bunch of nurses and doctors who kept asking...Are you feeling ok? Does this hurt?  Can you take a deep breath...and again...and again?

Because friends, they had a TV with Treehouse AND a Nintendo DS.

And that is what choosing joy is all about.
And just so's ya don't panic - we were sent home safe and sound later that day.  All is well.  God is good.  Our journey continues :)