Baseball ready

I love the term "Baseball Ready" and it's a good thing because it's all I hear these days. Before I get into that though, let me say this. Things have been busy here. Crazy busy. I just downloaded over 200 pictures from my camera, and that's only from the last three days. I tend to take a LOT of pictures in order to get a few good ones, you know.



I need to post about a lot of things, but for now, here's a quick wrap up from the week.


The dog threw up and pooped in the house, on different days.



Our front door fell off. Completely. I should have taken a picture of that but I forgot while I was hyperventilating.



When my Land Rover died last week, I had a rental car for a couple of days and when I turned it back in, I accidently left my garage door opener in it. When I went back to find it, turns out they have a huge box FULL of garage door openers. Who knew? So, with the front door broken and the garage door opener missing, I had a hard time getting in my house. Did I panic? YES.



My older son, Donny, who's eleven-years-old has discovered he needs braces and glasses. Luckily he was cool about both and isn't freaking out...although his mother, (yes, ME) who saw the bills for both, has been on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He has also made the decion to start playing football for the first time and will be starting the trombone in middle school band. Did I mention he starts middle school in the fall? I'm feeling old, but my birth certificate swears I'm 31. I think it's just trying to placate me so I don't start growing grey hair yet.



I dumped a cup full of bird seed down my shirt by accident when I was refilling the bird feeder. Apparently our birds are ravenous, bottomless-stomached beasts. I was sweaty at the time and that darn bird seed stuck like clingwrap. I'm sure there's still some in my bra...I lose things in my more than ample bosom all the time.



I'm having to wash sheets on three different beds because everyone had urine accidents over the last two days. Well, not everyone. The dog and I managed to contain our bladders. Oh, and hubby too.



OH, and this ball has been hanging from my ceiling for about two weeks now. Anyone want to take bets on how much longer it will remain up there?








Yesterday, my six-year-old Remy had another game. His team, the Cubs, played the Giants. Here he is on the field, twirling.




We decided to bring Annie to the game with us because she loves being with the boys. She was pretty good, and it was really hot.

Here's one of those "Baseball Ready" positions. My Remy makes it to first base every time. He's a good hitter.

But, when it's his team's turn at the outfield, he sometimes gets a little bored. You see, not all 5 and 6 year olds are good hitters, so sometimes there's no action in the field...

Annie kept getting caught up in her leash. She didn't know how to handle it, so she was just look at us, panting, and freeze...not sure what to do. We had to take pity on her and untangle her.

over and over and over again. I think it was her version of Doggy Twister.

Here's my man, who drove an hour in bad traffic from Dallas, where he is a family attorney by day, to the baseball fields in suburbia to watch his son play. What a sweetie! He was really hot in that suit. I was sweating in my tank top.

Annie did it again. Maybe she needs to go to doggy school or something...

Look at Remy make this awesome catch! He's playing first base, and he caught this ball and got the other team's runner out. YAY, Remy!! Awesome play!! Love the expression on his face.

Here's the soon-to-be braces-wearing, glasses-wearing, trombone-playing, football-player, AKA, my older son, Donny, who is in dire need of a haircut, but he likes it long.

And, he took pity on Annie and untied her so she could go run around with him during the game a little. I love that color shirt on Donny. It looks so good with his coloring and brings out his blue eyes.

And, that's the end of the game and this long post...but I'll leave you with one last picture. Notice what my son is holding onto, besides his glove.
They start young, don't they?