I don't know if all mothers stress out about the dentist or if it is just me but to me there is not much worse then opening up the planner and seeing a dentist apt. staring back at you. I do not know if it is because I have such horrible teeth or if it is the hundreds of dollars I have already shelled out for their teeth, or the way a hygienist can make you feel like a shitty mother but once I know it is apt. time I cringe.
Today was the dreaded day for the boys. Although they were extremely pleased with the idea that they got to miss school I was dreading the guilt trip that usually occurs with these lovely cleanings. Unless you have a child who has had several cavities in the past you might not know what I am talking about but it goes a little something like this..." Kelly we need to discuss your children's brushing habits, both Cooper and Owen have 2/3 cavities." I respond with something along the lines of my children brush every morning after breakfast and every night before bed". Here is where the slap in the face comes. "Well perhaps you should be brushing them for them, and flossing their teeth for them too, the kids told me they do not floss with each brushing. We should also consider nutrition, you know junk food and food high in sugar is very bad for their teeth." I respond with something like "uhhh yeah I guess I could start helping them a little more with the brushing I just kinda thought that they were beyond that stage, and the flossing... you got me I do not floss their teeth twice a day because I find it hard to get my hands in their mouth but I did buy them those little flossers that they could do on their own, as far as diet you might not have noticed but my kids are pretty fit which I attribute to the healthy diet I provide for them" Which gets a response of "fruit snacks, do your kids get fruit snacks, raisins are not good either, candy, gum, anything chewy they should stay far away from, you know even crackers and bread are bad once broken down they turn into sugar which could stick to the teeth etc." Now at this point in time I am usually mad enough to add a little sarcasm and annoyance to my response that usually sounds something like this... "crackers and bread? are you serious? It is now to the point where you say I should not feed my children crackers and bread? I am kinda thinking I am not into starving my kids to death so I am not going to worry about those sorts of things. As far as the other things go, like I said before I feed my children very healthy but they are children and occasionally I will let them have these sort of treats and quite frankly I do not feel bad about it." Of course then there is always some back peddling that goes on at this point by the hygienist but honestly the damage is done by then anyways and she has successfully made me feel like a shitty mom.
I went through a stretch of about 2 yrs that every time they went they had cavities and not just 1 but 2 sometimes 3 at a time. Jackson is the only child who only has one filling in his mouth (well not for long sadly they found a cavity today) I tried it all different mouth washes, flossing, special mints and gum that would break down the sugar in their mouth etc. I refused to let them have fruit snacks unless they were given out at school as a birthday treat and only allowed special dental gum. Guess what the cavities kept coming. Until 6 months ago when Cooper, and Owen were both cavity free and Jackson had only one. That was the first time I had ever left the dentist office with my children having a smile on my face.
Due to the amount of money I had to shell out every 6 months for cavities, teeth shaving, and teeth pulling, (yeah um did I mention Coopers mouth is small so teeth have had to be shaved and even removed to make room for new ones) I have decided to reward my children every 6 months if they do not get a cavity. I told them they could purchase anything under 40 bucks from Meijer. I figure it gives them incentive to keep on on the flossing, rinsing etc and if they got to get a prize it was still a whole lot cheaper then the cost of filling a cavity. Last time this back fired on me though, I figured they would b-line it to the toy isle but instead Owen got side tracked by a stand that had candy on it and chose a bag of candy even despite multiple efforts to have him pick Lego's or something of that nature. Cooper shot past the toys so I was certain he was going for a video game, which I was okay with when I heard him say "I FINALLY GET A PET" I was a little panic stricken in that moment and apparently the look on my face indicated that I was just about to say no because he so politely said "mom you said we could have ANNNYTHING we wanted in Meijer that was not over 40 bucks... a fish is not over 40 bucks" Sigh he had me on this one and I am just grateful he did not want a hamster or bunny.
This cleaning went just as well as the last Jackson having one cavity and Owen having none. Cooper also had no cavities but this was what the hygienist said "no cavities but he did have some plaque sooo make sure he is using circle motion to brush, oh and by the way he is ready for orthodontics I will give you a referral upon checking out" Are you fucking kidding me? Way to kill that happy feeling I had for the split second before I heard the word orthodontics. UUUGGG At least this time I was not made to feel like a shitty mother. We will be going shopping for a prize for Owen and Cooper but there will be some much stricter rules about the prize not being edible or alive.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
my daughter
Not a day goes by that I do not think to myself "I should be putting this in their baby book or writing that it in the blog" The problem is with three boys baby books and blogs just do not rank high on the priority list. To be honest though even if there were more hours in the day I still do not know that I would be better about writing in this blog. The truth of the matter is even if there were more hrs in the day I would still fill up those extra hrs doing the exact same thing I do now... being a mom.
To make matters worse we got a dog. Her name is Allie Kaline. Ryan of course wanted to name the dog Al Kaline after the former Detroit Tigers right fielder and baseball hall of famer. (famer... is that a word?) While I supported the idea of honoring one of baseballs greats I did not approve of the dog being a male. (sorry but there is already two much testosterone in this house) So her name became Allie Kaline even though it should be Marley after that bad dog in the movie. She was born on June 3rd 2011 and we brought her home on July 25th mine and Ryan's 13 yr wedding anniversary. Just by chance, trust me Allie is NOT what I would have chosen for an anniversary present. The boys including Ryan had been on my ass for over 2 yrs to get a dog, even my in laws put the pressure on. In fact Allie is actually our Christmas present from them. When thinking about getting a dog I could not see past the potty accidents, vet trips, bills, mess, and all the other annoyances of a dog. The rest of the family visualized playing fetch and lets be honest here that is pretty much what they still visualize because despite their promises of helping with her, I have done it all and this damn dog is mine. We have had her for three months and I have done every bath, nail clipping, grooming, vet trip, etc. Me the one who did not want the dog. My throat hurts from yelling at her so much, in fact I just had to put my computer down because she stole Jackson dinner right off the table. The dog pisses me off. Ryan says I am heartless and thinks I am a bitch but all this dog is, is work. I feel like everyone is enjoying her while I walk behind her yelling at her for chewing something she shouldn't, cleaning up pee, washing the dirty paw prints off the floor,(it has rained a lot so far this fall) etc. I know I know everyone and their brother has told me to go to puppy classes to have her trained but guess what I am only one person and between watching kids full time out of my house, baseball, Lego club, cub scouts and all the other crazy stuff these kids have going on I just do not have the time or the funds. Allie is just another example of how us mothers put everyone elses needs in front of our own. I knew getting a dog would stress me out and add unwanted anxiety but after holding out for two yrs I caved. I will say this though I did put down the law on the type of dog we got, I would only welcome a labradoodle or a goldendoodle into the house because I wanted a friendly bread that did not shed. I knew fur all over the place would put me over the edge. So in an attempt to look at the bright side of things... I finally got a daughter and she is super cute!
To make matters worse we got a dog. Her name is Allie Kaline. Ryan of course wanted to name the dog Al Kaline after the former Detroit Tigers right fielder and baseball hall of famer. (famer... is that a word?) While I supported the idea of honoring one of baseballs greats I did not approve of the dog being a male. (sorry but there is already two much testosterone in this house) So her name became Allie Kaline even though it should be Marley after that bad dog in the movie. She was born on June 3rd 2011 and we brought her home on July 25th mine and Ryan's 13 yr wedding anniversary. Just by chance, trust me Allie is NOT what I would have chosen for an anniversary present. The boys including Ryan had been on my ass for over 2 yrs to get a dog, even my in laws put the pressure on. In fact Allie is actually our Christmas present from them. When thinking about getting a dog I could not see past the potty accidents, vet trips, bills, mess, and all the other annoyances of a dog. The rest of the family visualized playing fetch and lets be honest here that is pretty much what they still visualize because despite their promises of helping with her, I have done it all and this damn dog is mine. We have had her for three months and I have done every bath, nail clipping, grooming, vet trip, etc. Me the one who did not want the dog. My throat hurts from yelling at her so much, in fact I just had to put my computer down because she stole Jackson dinner right off the table. The dog pisses me off. Ryan says I am heartless and thinks I am a bitch but all this dog is, is work. I feel like everyone is enjoying her while I walk behind her yelling at her for chewing something she shouldn't, cleaning up pee, washing the dirty paw prints off the floor,(it has rained a lot so far this fall) etc. I know I know everyone and their brother has told me to go to puppy classes to have her trained but guess what I am only one person and between watching kids full time out of my house, baseball, Lego club, cub scouts and all the other crazy stuff these kids have going on I just do not have the time or the funds. Allie is just another example of how us mothers put everyone elses needs in front of our own. I knew getting a dog would stress me out and add unwanted anxiety but after holding out for two yrs I caved. I will say this though I did put down the law on the type of dog we got, I would only welcome a labradoodle or a goldendoodle into the house because I wanted a friendly bread that did not shed. I knew fur all over the place would put me over the edge. So in an attempt to look at the bright side of things... I finally got a daughter and she is super cute!
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| "sigh" Jackson pinned by the dog |
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| Oh yeah she likes to go into the garbage. That would be the lid stuck around her head! |
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| Oh did I mention she is a digger? Dirty dog |
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I finally created a monster
Last summer my youngest son Jackson got a bike for his birthday. Of course this bike did not come with training wheels so being the smart parents that we are we figured ok time to tell Owen (5 at the time) that it is time for him to learn how to ride a two wheeler. He was all about it, we took the wheels off and put them on Jackson's new bike. Owen, rip roaring ready to ride set out on his bike with no training wheels. It took less then 6 seconds for him to realize that he had made a big mistake in telling us he wanted to learn. Ryan and I worked with the kid for about 3 weeks before we gave in the towel. Not only was Owen frustrated but Ryan and I were as well. Owen had let the fear of falling get into his head and that was it.
Shortly after we took the training wheels off I started running and Cooper started ridding his bike next to me when I ran. We would leave Owen at home and I had hopped that he would see Cooper and I spending so much time together that he would in turn try harder or have some additional motivation to ride. We walked to school when everyone else rode, I made him a deal that we would ride to the ice cream shop once he learned... NOTHING worked. We left those training wheels off his bike for the last yr. hopping he would just hop on one day and ride away (not literally ride away, you know what I mean) but it never happened. He just had no interest or desire to learn. Fast forward to about 2 months ago, I force the child to get on his bike. I told him he had to practice for 10 min. He was so mad and fought me every pedal of the way. At the end of the 10 min the kid hatted me but he was able to sit on the seat push his feet along the street and then coast a little. I even got him to put his foot on the pedal and push a little... progress. For the next 2 months periodically we would go out and I would say practice for 10 min. He would complain the whole time "can't I just ride my scooter? I do not want to ride my bike" No additional progress was being made but it was obvious that he was not far from doing it, he just need to believe he could.
Last weekend I had had enough. It was Friday night and Ryan and I were planning a bonfire with the kids. I told Owen that we were going out on the trail and he and I were not going to come home until he learned how to ride his bike. We got out on the trail and he seemed nervous and embarrassed when other children zoomed past him on their bikes but once they all passed him and he was all alone... BOOM he got on that bike and rode away. Just like that I was running my ass off trying to keep up with him. I was so excited I was yelling after him "YOUR DOING IT, YOUR DOING IT" We were both excited and after ridding about a mile he turns and looks at me and says "mom you don't think I missed the smores do you" ahhahaha (no worries the kid did not miss smores in fact he ate two of them) The last 5 days in a row the child has asked me to take him on a bike ride. ahhaahha We have gotten out a couple times and he is doing so well that our last ride was 2 miles long. (and he was not happy we were ending it at just 2 miles) Not to shabby for a kid who learned how to ride his bike just days prior. I'd like to say I just created a bike ridding monster but truth of the matter is the kid did it all on his own on his own time and refused to learn until he was ready. That's my Owen! lol
Shortly after we took the training wheels off I started running and Cooper started ridding his bike next to me when I ran. We would leave Owen at home and I had hopped that he would see Cooper and I spending so much time together that he would in turn try harder or have some additional motivation to ride. We walked to school when everyone else rode, I made him a deal that we would ride to the ice cream shop once he learned... NOTHING worked. We left those training wheels off his bike for the last yr. hopping he would just hop on one day and ride away (not literally ride away, you know what I mean) but it never happened. He just had no interest or desire to learn. Fast forward to about 2 months ago, I force the child to get on his bike. I told him he had to practice for 10 min. He was so mad and fought me every pedal of the way. At the end of the 10 min the kid hatted me but he was able to sit on the seat push his feet along the street and then coast a little. I even got him to put his foot on the pedal and push a little... progress. For the next 2 months periodically we would go out and I would say practice for 10 min. He would complain the whole time "can't I just ride my scooter? I do not want to ride my bike" No additional progress was being made but it was obvious that he was not far from doing it, he just need to believe he could.
Last weekend I had had enough. It was Friday night and Ryan and I were planning a bonfire with the kids. I told Owen that we were going out on the trail and he and I were not going to come home until he learned how to ride his bike. We got out on the trail and he seemed nervous and embarrassed when other children zoomed past him on their bikes but once they all passed him and he was all alone... BOOM he got on that bike and rode away. Just like that I was running my ass off trying to keep up with him. I was so excited I was yelling after him "YOUR DOING IT, YOUR DOING IT" We were both excited and after ridding about a mile he turns and looks at me and says "mom you don't think I missed the smores do you" ahhahaha (no worries the kid did not miss smores in fact he ate two of them) The last 5 days in a row the child has asked me to take him on a bike ride. ahhaahha We have gotten out a couple times and he is doing so well that our last ride was 2 miles long. (and he was not happy we were ending it at just 2 miles) Not to shabby for a kid who learned how to ride his bike just days prior. I'd like to say I just created a bike ridding monster but truth of the matter is the kid did it all on his own on his own time and refused to learn until he was ready. That's my Owen! lol
Friday, May 6, 2011
baseball, singing and monkey in the middle
Oh there is so much to talk about... but first I would like to say that I am happy to report that the rest of the weeks mornings went so well that we even got to play a little monkey in the middle before we had to leave for school. Which might I tell you the kids love having me as the monkey "sigh" probably because I suck and can never get the ball away from them.
The boys had a baseball game last night which they lost unfortunately 18-10. It is never fun being on the losing end of a baseball game but I have a feeling that this team better get used to it! Poor Owen struck out every at bat. He kept jumping back every time Ryan would pitch to him... I think it has something to do with the fact that in practice last Sunday Ryan hit Owen with a pitch. Poor kid had a nice baseball shaped welt right on his rib cage. That's not half as bad as what he did to Tony though, bad pitch hit that kid in the face giving him a bloody nose. That was the end of baseball practice that day! On the bright side though Owen did make a very nice throw to first base. He is throwing real well right now. Being the youngest on the team he is holding his own so far. If there were MVP's of the game Cooper would have gotten it for sure. That kid hit a home run with two kids on base, caught a pop fly ball in the outfield, and made some stellar plays at third base. He is turning into quite the little ball player. They have a game tomorrow and Grandma and Grandpa are going to come. I hope the three boys can get a W for them :)
Today Owen had his little kindergarten concert at the school. Owen sang a little and even danced a little but he did not get into it like the other kids did. Although I can not complain because at least he participated unlike the time he was in the Little Angels Choir at church. For their big performance in front of the whole congregation that little stinker crossed his arms and gave the worst scowl ever, through the whole thing. I personally found it funny! There was one part of the concert where the students who wanted to could come down off the risers and say what they were going to do for mother on mothers day. Owen was one of about 5 kids total who chose not to say anything. You never know what your going to get with Owen, shy or just plain wild and goofy. Today he was shy and that's ok I loved the show anyways. I got the whole thing on video and can not wait to play it for him... as soon as we get a moment.
The boys had a baseball game last night which they lost unfortunately 18-10. It is never fun being on the losing end of a baseball game but I have a feeling that this team better get used to it! Poor Owen struck out every at bat. He kept jumping back every time Ryan would pitch to him... I think it has something to do with the fact that in practice last Sunday Ryan hit Owen with a pitch. Poor kid had a nice baseball shaped welt right on his rib cage. That's not half as bad as what he did to Tony though, bad pitch hit that kid in the face giving him a bloody nose. That was the end of baseball practice that day! On the bright side though Owen did make a very nice throw to first base. He is throwing real well right now. Being the youngest on the team he is holding his own so far. If there were MVP's of the game Cooper would have gotten it for sure. That kid hit a home run with two kids on base, caught a pop fly ball in the outfield, and made some stellar plays at third base. He is turning into quite the little ball player. They have a game tomorrow and Grandma and Grandpa are going to come. I hope the three boys can get a W for them :)
Today Owen had his little kindergarten concert at the school. Owen sang a little and even danced a little but he did not get into it like the other kids did. Although I can not complain because at least he participated unlike the time he was in the Little Angels Choir at church. For their big performance in front of the whole congregation that little stinker crossed his arms and gave the worst scowl ever, through the whole thing. I personally found it funny! There was one part of the concert where the students who wanted to could come down off the risers and say what they were going to do for mother on mothers day. Owen was one of about 5 kids total who chose not to say anything. You never know what your going to get with Owen, shy or just plain wild and goofy. Today he was shy and that's ok I loved the show anyways. I got the whole thing on video and can not wait to play it for him... as soon as we get a moment.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
typical morning yelling
Can I ask why no one tells you the truth about how hard it is to be a parent? I mean seriously tells you about the hard times... the times when your kids transform you into a raving lunatic, a creature scarier then Freddy Kreuger in Nightmare on Elm St... "sigh" OK fine... I am exaggerating, no one is as scary as Freddy. Although I would love to sit here and tell you that I am the spitting image of June Cleaver and Martha Stuart all rolled into one, I would be lying. (lying just like so many "friends" Ryan and I have who love to parade around boasting about how perfect their children are... even though we along with everyone else know the truth)
I find there is one point in the day when my scary beast comes out most frequently... mornings before school. I can not tell you how mad it makes me when the beast comes out before I send the kids off to school in the morning. I inevitably end up yelling at the boys which only makes them and myself feel like crap. No one wants to start their day off on a bad note and when the beast comes out that's what happens. I am not sure why these awful mornings happen in our house. I pretty much do mostly everything for the boys except for a few little things that they have to take care of...
Get out of bed (they have no problem getting out of bed at the butt crack of dawn on the weekends soooo... whats the problem? hhhmmm)
Eat breakfast (ok I will admit there have been a couple times when I have not cooked anything and asked them to get themselves a pop tart or cereal... ok pouring cereal is not rocket science my 3 yr old can do it!)
Get dressed (listen if it was socially acceptable to just walk around in your underwear then I would say, have at it. Sorry I did not make up the rules on this one)
brush teeth (well judging by the dental bills... they only pretend to do this step anyways so it should not be that hard)
pack backpack (I pack the lunch they put it in the backpack. ~tricky?!?)
Before I go any farther let me tell you that this past week Owen came home with his Kindergarten progress report... he is excelling academically, above where he should be or right where he should be in every area. Cooper came home with not only an all A report card but his results from his Meap testing, he scored advanced in both areas. These are NOT stupid kids! So why do they have so much trouble with the most basic of tasks some mornings? I will not pretend that I understand what the issue is, what I will tell you is that it annoys me! Every morning I tell myself I am not going to yell at the boys about getting ready I am going to be kind and encouraging... some mornings just fall into place and all is good. For those mornings where my kids just do nothing but drag their feet... let the yelling and sarcasm begin. Hurry up!, OMG you are killing me here, move it, OMG you are slower then molasses in January, would you get the led out, toooday junior, you boys take longer then any girls I know, that's it I am leaving without you! It is not a pretty picture! In the end they end up feeling bad and I end up feeling bad for making them feel bad. To top it off on these days we are usually running so late that the kids have to sneak past the tardy Nazi's to get to class... an act my kids are now proficient in. I was extremely happy to see that Coop. only had one tarty on his report card. That is quite impressive for the amount of days this past marking period snuck in late.
Today was one of those days and although the beast inside of me temporarily took over my mouth and let a snide, not so nice comment come out of my mouth, I did not yell. Not once did I raise my voice. The problem I found though was without yelling at my little Owen just would not get his ass in gear and I was annoyed. Although I did not yell, he could sense my frustration and therefore he got flustered making getting ready that much harder for him and frustrating for me. In the end Owen got to school so late that the tardy Nazi's had already moved on to something else and I had to sign him in over 15min after the bell had rung. Poor kid did not like being that late either, I watched him from down the hall way standing at the entrance of his class room just peering in. For over a min. he just stood there I think he was afraid to walk in and I felt bad for him. More so then if I had yelled at him to get his butt moving.
Being a parent is hard and it is filled with ups and downs daily. All I or any other parent including the ones who think they are perfect can hope and pray for is that we do not screw our kids up! I do find comfort in knowing though that my parents were not perfect and they made tons of mistakes but I turned out ok.
I find there is one point in the day when my scary beast comes out most frequently... mornings before school. I can not tell you how mad it makes me when the beast comes out before I send the kids off to school in the morning. I inevitably end up yelling at the boys which only makes them and myself feel like crap. No one wants to start their day off on a bad note and when the beast comes out that's what happens. I am not sure why these awful mornings happen in our house. I pretty much do mostly everything for the boys except for a few little things that they have to take care of...
Get out of bed (they have no problem getting out of bed at the butt crack of dawn on the weekends soooo... whats the problem? hhhmmm)
Eat breakfast (ok I will admit there have been a couple times when I have not cooked anything and asked them to get themselves a pop tart or cereal... ok pouring cereal is not rocket science my 3 yr old can do it!)
Get dressed (listen if it was socially acceptable to just walk around in your underwear then I would say, have at it. Sorry I did not make up the rules on this one)
brush teeth (well judging by the dental bills... they only pretend to do this step anyways so it should not be that hard)
pack backpack (I pack the lunch they put it in the backpack. ~tricky?!?)
Before I go any farther let me tell you that this past week Owen came home with his Kindergarten progress report... he is excelling academically, above where he should be or right where he should be in every area. Cooper came home with not only an all A report card but his results from his Meap testing, he scored advanced in both areas. These are NOT stupid kids! So why do they have so much trouble with the most basic of tasks some mornings? I will not pretend that I understand what the issue is, what I will tell you is that it annoys me! Every morning I tell myself I am not going to yell at the boys about getting ready I am going to be kind and encouraging... some mornings just fall into place and all is good. For those mornings where my kids just do nothing but drag their feet... let the yelling and sarcasm begin. Hurry up!, OMG you are killing me here, move it, OMG you are slower then molasses in January, would you get the led out, toooday junior, you boys take longer then any girls I know, that's it I am leaving without you! It is not a pretty picture! In the end they end up feeling bad and I end up feeling bad for making them feel bad. To top it off on these days we are usually running so late that the kids have to sneak past the tardy Nazi's to get to class... an act my kids are now proficient in. I was extremely happy to see that Coop. only had one tarty on his report card. That is quite impressive for the amount of days this past marking period snuck in late.
Today was one of those days and although the beast inside of me temporarily took over my mouth and let a snide, not so nice comment come out of my mouth, I did not yell. Not once did I raise my voice. The problem I found though was without yelling at my little Owen just would not get his ass in gear and I was annoyed. Although I did not yell, he could sense my frustration and therefore he got flustered making getting ready that much harder for him and frustrating for me. In the end Owen got to school so late that the tardy Nazi's had already moved on to something else and I had to sign him in over 15min after the bell had rung. Poor kid did not like being that late either, I watched him from down the hall way standing at the entrance of his class room just peering in. For over a min. he just stood there I think he was afraid to walk in and I felt bad for him. More so then if I had yelled at him to get his butt moving.
Being a parent is hard and it is filled with ups and downs daily. All I or any other parent including the ones who think they are perfect can hope and pray for is that we do not screw our kids up! I do find comfort in knowing though that my parents were not perfect and they made tons of mistakes but I turned out ok.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Baseball and the boys
One thing that I can count on in my house starting every April is baseball. This year is no exception. Both Cooper and Owen this year are on the same baseball team and Ryan is the coach. This year they are the Blue Jays. Today was the Blue Jays first game...we got smoked. 15 to 4 it was rough! Coach definitely is taking the loss harder then the kids are. Dispite the ass kicking I was so proud of my boys. Owen at just 6 is the youngest player on the team yet he is hanging in just fine with the big kids. He got a hit in the game and actually ran hard which was a major improvement from last years t-ball days. At the end of the game Owen seemed confident and happy with his performance... losing a game and still be able to walk away happy and proud is a great thing at this age. Cooper let the nerves get to him his first up at bat. He struck out :( However he quickly redeemed himself with his next up to bat when he crushed the ball. He also made a very nice play while at 3rd base ... boy that kid can throw! As for coach Ryan I am giving him mad props on a job well done pitching to the kids. I am happy to report that he did not hit one child while trying to pitch to them which was a concern after the last practice they had where he hit three kids. Leaving one with a welt and one being carried home with a bloody nose. Yikes! (oh and the one with the welt... yeah that was Owen) With the first game jitters out of the way and a few changes to the batting line up these boys should be all set for Thursdays game.
On a side note Jackson behaved very nicely at the game... but still nothing has changed from last yr. He still walks around the stands asking people for a snack "sigh" ... and I walked behind him saying Jackson stop that and trying to reassure parents that I really do feed my child. I guess some things will never change!
On a side note Jackson behaved very nicely at the game... but still nothing has changed from last yr. He still walks around the stands asking people for a snack "sigh" ... and I walked behind him saying Jackson stop that and trying to reassure parents that I really do feed my child. I guess some things will never change!
Friday, April 29, 2011
The birth of outnumbered
On more then one occasion I have been told "you should write a book". Although writing a book is not on my agenda any time soon if ever I would like to write or journal if you will about my life and my amazing three boys and wonderful husband. The times that I have been told to write a book usually come after one of my boys have done something off the wall or crazy. Like the time my oldest, 2 at the time took a whole container of baby powder and sprinkled it all over his room and himself, or when my youngest 2 at the time pulled the fire alarm at my other boys school causing the whole school to evacuate, or when sadly my middle child was on his first play date and fell off their deck and had to be rushed to emergency to have 14 staples put in his head. The thing is though these are the things that I will always remember, and sure I will write about them but mostly I want to write about the little things that I know I will forget in time. This blog is simply going to be about my day to day life living outnumbered by all boys and outnumbered by children. I want to write about my day to day struggles and joys of being a mom to an 8, 6, and 3 yr old boys. I plan on writing as often as I can but lets face it as a mother and wife I am just not sure how often that will be.
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| My very silly boys Jackson (3), Cooper (8), and Owen (6) |
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