Happy Birthday Devin

Today this wonderful little boy turns 5! I pity anyone who is born near a holiday like Thanksgiving or Christmas. Especially with Christmas, it seems as though a birthday is rolled into it. Planning a party is out of the question. We will be throwing a party at the house in January so everyone can get over the holiday cheer.

Tonight we let Devin open one gift (the others he will open during his party). Then we went to dinner with the rest of the family to his favorite place, Applebee's. Devin loved the attention while the wait staff sang "Happy Birthday" to him. I hope he enjoyed his day!

Christmas with the boys

My family and friends have all asked why I get the boys on Christmas Day. Typically in a divorce one parent has an odd year and, you should assume, the other parent has the even year. Jimmy has long ago decided that he does not want the boys on Christmas morning. He has chosen not to see the joy on their faces as they realize Santa came to visit them while they slept.

At first no reason was given to his disinterest, but with some patience and diligent probing the truth came out. He believes child support pays for Santa. He does not feel he is required to buy them anything whatsoever. This is the second year that they have received nothing on Christmas from their dad. It doesn’t take much effort to buy a couple of gifts from the dollar store, but apparently that is too much to ask for.

I’m happy that they are able to spend Christmas morning with me. He will have a lot of explaining to do when the boys are older. I’m curious how he will explain it to them.

Merry Christmas

Christmas Day and the house is a buzz. This morning, surprisingly, I was the first one to wake up. As soon as the kids heard me scurrying around they jumped out of bed. I love seeing their faces when they notice all the presents under the tree. Garrett always checks the plate of cookies to see that Santa ate all of them. Forget the presents, Santa didn't come unless the cookies are gone.

It was alittle bittersweet because we were missing Devin that morning. This year is the ex's year to have them on Christmas morning. We only get them for 3 hours that night. It sucks to have to share! You might be asking yourself why I had the boys if it was the ex's year. More on that at another time because that is a post in itself.

After presents it was time to get to work. We invited family and friends over for dinner and I was cooking all the sides. Seriously, what was I smoking when I thought that was a good idea? In the end, everyone liked the food (or so they said). I left the dishes on the counter for at least 3 days. Yeah, I know that's gross.

The kids made out like bandits. We all gained about 10 pounds from all the food we ate. There was no family drama (other than the exes). I'd say that classifies as a good Christmas.

Everyone needs Sponge Bob Operation!

Doesn't look thrilled....

He made the mess, he has to clean it up, right?

The night before Christmas Eve

Twas the night before Christmas Eve and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The kiddos have been gone for almost a week now and the house is tremendously quiet. Oh bless the quietness to return my sanity; the greatest Christmas present of all. Garrett and Jacob are returning home tomorrow morning while Devin is only allowed to grace us with his presence on Christmas Day. It's sad that we will only have him for 3 hours, but we've got to make the best of it.

I've had my hands full for the past two days. We are getting ready to host Christmas dinner at our house this year. The first time EVER! We will have roughly 12 people here and I'm trying to get the house presentable. The shopping is done but the hard part is still staring me in the face; wrapping the 40 gifts all stashed in the closet.

And before I forget, I used the infamous line "I've fallen and I can't get up" this afternoon. I've been cleaning carpets all day and took one step on the tile. You know what happened next. My legs went in front of me and my ass was on the floor before I could correct myself. HOLY COW! I seriously sat there for 15 minutes in shock. I probably would have sat there for another 15 minutes, but the dog came over to lick at the pee puddle beneath. Hey, I was scared and shocked....I couldn't help any other bodily functions!

Pictures of Doom

I hate taking pictures with Santa. I hate sitting in the lines with 50 million snot nose little kids, touching everything along the way, only to have my kids walk up behind them and rub their little hands in someone else's boogers. What do I hate most though? The moms who insist that their crying 2 year old will get over it and take a good picture. "Just take one more picture." Look lady, take the picture with the kid screaming and move on! That's why the line is wrapped around the mall 3 times. I'm cranky, hungry, and want to get the hell out of here.

So, when we take the 3 boys to the mall and have their pictures taken with Santa, Jacob decides to be a brat. First he starts crying because he has to go to the bathroom. The infamous crotch grab. Where do little boys get this from? As soon as he sits next to Santa, his eye starts to itch. He refuses to smile because he insists that his eye itches. I pull him up and we came home with this.

Yup, Devin took a picture all by himself. Jacob ruined it for Garrett and I was pissed enough to pull both of them off Santa's lap and leave. Take note mommy who stands there for 30 minutes....take the picture of the screaming kid or leave!

It's "snowing" in Texas

Yee Haw! It's down right snowing here in Houston. Ok, maybe it's not SNOW like what you see up north, but we like to call the flurry little ice thingamybobs falling from the sky actual "snow". Sure, it melts within 2 seconds of touching the ground. Give me a break, it's the closest thing these native Texans get to snow.

What is this white stuff?

It's too cold on my tongue.

I'll try sticking out my tongue.

It's too damn cold out here. I hate it!

My car with the little amount of snow we got.

I must be doing something right

As a mom you are always concerned about the way you raise your children. Especially being a single mom with 2 little boys. Today was confirmation that I must be doing something right.

The other day I received a note in Garrett's bag saying the school was having a "Secret Santa Toy Shop". Garrett begged for money so he could go buy "stuff". It was hard to protest (even though I'm having issues with the school and money....different post). When he got home that day, he had a bag full of presents. One for each member of the family, including himself. Instead of spending all the money I gave him on himself, he decided to buy everyone one gift for Christmas.

We sat in my bedroom with the door shut while he showed me everything he bought. I told him I wanted mine to be a surprise and not to show me. Thankfully it was in a seperate bag so I couldn't peak. He picked out the wrapping paper and I wrapped the presents. I can't wait for everyone to open up the presents on Christmas Day.

He is growing up so fast and he is proving to be a wonderful young man. I know I'm doing something right for him to think of others before himself. Especially when a room full of toys are staring you in the face!

Merry Christmas!

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Fun with Gingerbread

Tonight I took on the task of letting the boys decorate some form of gingerbread structure. Garrett chose the Santa sleigh, Devin chose the train, and Jacob chose the house. I've done these kits for the past couple of years and love them. They give you everything you need including directions. How can it go wrong? Ha, everything can go wrong but thankfully nothing major happened. This year though the train proved to be the most difficult. It didn't matter how much icing I stuck on the thing, it would lean over. In the end, it turned out ok.

Instead of posting the 50 pictures I took throughout the night, I'll spare you and post a slide show.

Nose to the grind stone

So, as everyone should know....I'm looking for a job. I've been on too many job interviews to count and have filled out so many applications that I think I have carpel tunnel syndrome. I was looking through Craigslist at the employment section and came across this ad.

Administrative/Personal assistant needed for the President of a small Construction/Engineering company.
- Minimum 5+ years of experience
- Knowledge of MS office, Word, Excel & Typing
- Have pleasant phone voice, professional, upbeat and freindly
- Construction/Engineering company work experience will be preferred
- This position will require to keep schedules and assist President with various personal task and run errands as needed
- Job offers Paid vacation, subsidised Health benefits and Performance Bonus, 90 days after hire - Background check is required prior to employment E-mail resumes and Photo (if possible) to xxxxxx@onepointinc.com

As I'm reading the requirements I'm thinking that I'm a pretty good candidate; UNTIL I got to "E-mail resumes and Photo". Are you freaking serious? Why would anyone need to see a photo attached with your resume? I'm not applying to be a SEXretary. Why not just be honest and say "If you have big boobs and are willing to please your boss, please apply now. If you are overweight, ugly, or actually have any qualifications for this job, please don't bother". I'm outraged and on the verge of emailing the listed address only to ask why a picture is preferred. I have to calm down first.

Seriously, what was I thinking?!?

A friend of Chase's is a manager for a family entertainment center near our house; it has putt-putt golf, an arcade, bumper boats, little rides, and go-carts. He offered our family free passes for the day (a $125 value) and we quickly accepted. With much coaxing of good behavior from the kids, we finally loaded up the car and went.

When we arrived at our destination the kids were bouncing with excitement. The first thing we did was go-carts. They have the adult carts with a bigger track and off to the side a track set up for the youngsters with smaller carts. The kids were about to pee in their pants while waiting in line.

Jacob and Devin are the lucky two that get to go first. Look at these faces.

Priceless, right? Not even one lap around the track and there is a pile up involving both boys. Everyone is laughing....no harm done. Jacob takes off again and as Jacob comes around the corner I see blood all over his face. "STOPPPPPPPPP Jacob," I scream as he drives past me smiling at least twice. Instead of letting go of the gas, he decides to crash into the side of the track.

I pull him out of the cart and rush him into the bathroom. I kept asking him if his face hurt. There was blood running from his nose and his mouth. He says quite simply, "Nope." As soon as we walk into the bathroom and he sees his reflection in the mirror he says, "My nose hurts. And my eye hurts. And my mouth hurts." Oh geez! When everything was said and done, he ended up being fine. We stayed the rest of the night sans the kiddie go-carts. Each of them did get to ride in the family go-carts with Chase and I could see the pure adrenaline in their faces. They loved it.

Seriously, what was I thinking letting my 4 year old drive a go-cart by himself? This is the same child who pays no attention whatsoever when we are walking in public and ends up bumping into at least 20 people in an hour. The same kid who refuses to listen to anything anybody has to say. The same kid who gets his butt whooped when he gets into trouble and 5 minutes later decides to do it again.

Happy Thanksgiving

It is evident that today is Thanksgiving, with my extended belly full of food, wanting to pass out at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and trying to think of things that I'm truly thankful for this year. It's not really hard to think of things to be thankful for, but I feel I should look deep within myself instead of what comes naturally.

1. I'm thankful for my family. This is including everyone that is close to me and who I cherish. If I had to list everyone then it would take all day and I'd lose what little readers I actually had by name 10.

2. I'm thankful for my friends. They pick me up with I'm down, laugh when I need it, give advice that is usually better than my own, make me feel sane, and are the bestest friends anyone could ever ask for.

3. I'm thankful for Chase. We've had more ups than downs in our relationship. We've cried together and laughed together, he is my rock when I need it, he is my other half. I truly believe this will be the first of many Thanksgivings together.

4. I'm thankful for this blog and the ability to write. I've always felt that if I didn't have writing as an outlet, I would go insane. The bottled up feelings I carry with me would explode and probably at the most inappropriate time. This is the only place I can be myself. The only place I can tell everything too. It's my diary and I'm allowing everyone to read it.

5. I'm thankful for reality tv. Peeking into the lives of others makes me realize that my family isn't as dysfunctional as I once thought.

6. I'm thankful for all my past mistakes and failures. If I didn't make mistakes or have failures to learn from, I wouldn't be the person I am today. With every "wrong" choice I made, I became a stronger more intelligent woman.

I will end on that note. From our family to yours we hope you had a great Thanksgiving.

Ho-Hawk

Chase saves me about $60 bucks a month by cutting the boys hair. He does an awesome job. This month we are sporting "ho-hawks". I have to say, I'm loving it!

Trophies + Salvation = Baseball is OVER!

Yesterday morning was our last tee-ball game. I'm happy that I no longer have to wake up before the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning. Especially to sit on cold, wet, dirty bleachers. The only way to make those bleachers worth sitting on is if they installed heat warmers for my big rear end, hired someone to clean all the dirt off, and had comfy cushions so it felt like I was sitting at home watching a game. Yeah right!

This afternoon they handed out gold plastic trophies to the kiddos. All 3 boys were so excited and weren't in a big hurry to leave. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait to get out of there. Because we went with a church league the trophy cermony had a small devotional at the beginning. No problem. Then they started giving the whole speech on being saved. If you weren't saved, then say this prayer, raise your hand, and we will come talk to you.

My kids are all followers. Especially being 4, almost 5, and 5-1/2, they tend to jump off that bridge with everyone else. It's not that I don't want them to accept Jesus as their personal savior BUT I want them to do it on their own time. Not because the kid next to them raised their hand. We left without anyone professing they prayed for salvation. Amen!

Lorelai turns 2

My beautiful little neice turned 2 this week. Today we celebrated her birthday. The little booger knew when you wanted to take a picture of her. Instead of staying still and smiling, she kept running the other way. This is the only good picture I got of her.

Happy 2nd birthday dear Lorelai!!!

Twilight

The big buzz around here is the Twilight book series. My sister-in-law introduced me to the books maybe 2 weeks ago. After I read the first book, I was hooked. I guess it's a good thing I was sick and had the excuse to lay in bed, wearing only pjs, with a book constantly under my nose. I read through all 4 books in 10 days and only wish there were more. Maybe my family likes that I'm done so I can spend some time with them. If you were looking for something good, I highly recommend them.

MIA

This week I've been curled up in bed waiting for death. I highly doubt it was the flu, but rather just a wicked case of a cold brought on by cleaning the bathroom! No, I'm not joking. Every single time I clean the bathroom with chemicals, I get sick. I try my hardest to not breathe in the chemicals. I open the door, turn the vent on, take 50 million breaks, and wear a mask. All my precautions go unnoticed.

Chase swears that he will be the one to clean the bathrooms from now on. My evil mind is working on overdrive now. How can I make myself sick from doing the laundry? Maybe the chemicals in Dawn will prevent me from doing the dishes. The dust in the vacuum cleaner makes my nose runny. HMMMMM!

The honeymoon is over

Good morning kiddos! Today I'm going to talk about flatulence. Yes that means gas, farting, tuning up your butt trumpet, whatever you want to call it. It's been 1 year and 4 months that Chase and I have been together and in that time I've never let one go in front of him. That's a LONG time to hold in a fart and my tummy hurts now. Let it be known that yesterday was the end of our honeymoon because I ripped ass in front of him. He laughed it off until I couldn't stop. Then as nicely as he could he says, "Damn babe". Hey what do you expect to happen when it's been held for over a year? It's like eating potato chips.....once you pop you just can't stop.

Ok, now I'm laughing because that was funny!

I thought it ended at 2

I thought the terrible two's ended at some point. You know, I'm envisioning the big 3rd birthday party and magically all the trantrums, the screaming, the whining, the fighting, the everything goes away. They are 4 and 5 and it is just getting worse. Everyday I go to bed wishing that things would be different the next day. The kids would get over their funk. And everyday I wake up to same thing. And everyday I scream and yell. And everyday I am the "mean mommy". And everyday I feel like crying until I can't cry anymore. And everyday I said I've had enough.

And everyday I wonder what I've done wrong.

Merry Maid at your service

Today I got a new vacuum cleaner and I'm in love. The other two we had just pushed the dirt around the room. Sure it made it look like the room was vacuumed when you see the back and forth lines, but it still felt dirty. This is the first time I was enthusiastic about cleaning just to see what my new "toy" would pick up.

To my surprise, I made probably 15 trips to the trash so I could dump out all of the dirt. Some rooms took 3 trips!! Everytime I marched to the kitchen I made it a point to show Chase. "Look, this is what was in the carpet!" I'm sure he was over it by the 2nd time I showed him my treasures. It took my shoes off to feel what a clean carpet felt like. It's amazing! Once Gen picks up her puppy, it's time for a good steam clean. YIPPEE!

Does anybody need their house vacuumed? Just call me Merry Maid.

The puppies are gone

Roly Poly fighting with Chase

Before Nessa even gave birth to the puppies our friends and family said "I want a girl/boy". All the puppies were gone before they were even born. That was way to easy! When we started calling people asking to come pick up puppies, they backed out one by one. Only 2 people have stayed true to their commitment.

So, this past week I have slowly found new homes for all the puppies. Today I watched Roly Poly (the last girl) go to a new family and once I was in the house I cried like a baby. You see, Roly was MY puppy. She was the only one I attached myself to because I thought we were keeping her. It was so hard to watch her leave. I know she is going to a great family BUT it's still hard. Hopefully, the family stays in contact with me so I can watch her grow up.

We have one puppy left, Scrappy CoCo. He is leaving next week with Gen when she gets back from Germany. The house is going to be way to quiet. I would never imagine that I would miss taking care of 5 puppies, 1 momma dog, 1 pissed off cat, and 3 kids.

Admitting when your wrong

My parents threw a dinner party on Saturday and the featured guests were my Aunt and husband (my Mom's sister). I figured it would have been awkward after the surprise dinner for Grandma and the fact we haven't talked in almost 8 years. Dinner was ok but awkward in a different way. They both talked horrible about my cousins (her 3 children). Everything they did wrong growing up, what they are doing wrong now, and how they were fed up with it. Nothing was positive!

Today my dad and I emailed back and forth about the weekend. I asked if he and mom talked so horrible about us to their friends. If everything they had to say about us was a bad memory. His response was surprising. See below...

No, we do not talk shit about our children. We all 4 had our own problems. Any problems we had with you and Robert were mostly me and moms fault. We were too busy worrying about our own shit, our own problems, or our jobs, and we pretty much didn’t pay much attention to much else. That is the fault of the parents. And I admit it. learn from that with your own children. That once you turn your back on your kid, especially a teenager, than you are in for trouble. I did that to my parents because they didn’t care, mom did it to her mom, and you did it to us. Fair is fair. *end of email*

If you knew anything about my dad or the relationship we had while I was a teenager you would be shocked and surprised that he admitted doing something wrong. I'm going to learn from his mistakes and take his words of wisdom to heart. I think this is first piece of advice he has ever given and I'm thankful!

Happy Halloween

I didn't think we were going to have the kiddos this Halloween since it falls on the other parent's weekend. Neither of the ex's wanted to pay for costumes or take the boys trick-or-treating, so it was up to Chase and myself. Garrett was Bumblebee from the Transformers movie, Devin was Batman, and Jacob was Superman. We went around one big block in about 45 minutes and the boys came home with a bag FULL of candy. They hit the jackpot. The next day they went to the other parents on a sugar high. We are evil!!!!

I hope everyone had a safe and fun Halloween.

Happy Halloween from the super heroes.

Trick or Treat!

Chase's true feelings about Halloween

Parent/Teacher Conference

I had my first parent/teacher conference today at school. Because of Garrett's previous Autism scare I was nervous how he was doing. You always want your children to excel and I was praying he was.

The positives first:
He is excellent in math and art! He loves to count the blocks and is doing well adding and subtracting. Where he got this quality from, I have no clue. I was horrible in math! When the other kids are having problems with math, he helps them. I love that! His art is amazing. He is such a creative little booger; he did get that quality from me. :) He is making friends and is a delight in the classroom.

The not so goods:
He needs work on creating or making up a story. He has an imagination but for some reason he can't draw a picture and tell a story about it when asked. All the children were tested on the alphabet and he only recognized 20 letters. That seems odd because he does well at home. We also have to work on his rhyming skills.

The teacher showed an example of what Garrett would have to read before being able to move up to 1st grade. HOLY CRAP! You are kidding me. When I was in Kindergarten we were able to move up just by being able to color inside the lines and use a pair of scissors. It's amazing how much it's changed just in 20+ years.

All in all, it was a positive meeting. He is doing well in some areas and need works in others. Not surprising. Garrett really likes going to school and I'm glad he has a great teacher.

Kids say the darnest things

Today Garrett was in my room telling me about his day while I was changing clothes. My pants and shirt are balled up on the floor and I feel his hands on my "spare tire". He then says quite happily, "Momma, you have a big belly. It's so so so so so big." Thank you son! I appreciate you telling me this.

Then my bra comes off and I hear the gasp. Boy, you better keep your mouth shut! What was I thinking? "Momma, this boobie is big. This boobie is small." As he points to my uneven boobs. Can I slap him? Please?

That is the LAST time he is in the room with me while I undress. Maybe I need a tape with Ohhhs and Ahhhs to play everytime I stand before the mirror naked. That will be my confidence booster. LOL.

Moving on

Today I helped my cousin pack her belongings and leave her husband. She has been toying with the idea for quite some time and finally made the decision to leave. She hired a lawyer and is preparing documents for a divorce. Her only reason for staying was because of their daughter. Not because she loved her husband, wanted to work things out, or felt guilty about leaving him. It was purely the guilt of her daughter not have a mother and father in the same house.

Is that really a life to live? Is that really what is best for her daughter? To see her mom and dad fight constantly. To see the unhappiness between them instead of love. Doesn't she deserve a happy mom and a happy home? Is divorce or seperation really going to mess her up for the rest of her life?

It's hard not to give my 2 cents because I don't want to force her into a decision she isn't ready to make. I had to make that decision on my own and for some reason it was quite easy. I'm not saying the road to divorce was easy (because it was the hardest thing I've had to do), but the actual decision was easy for me.

For now, I'm standing by whatever decision she makes. Whether it is to go through the divorce or go back to her husband. Do I want to see her go back? NO! But she is family and one of my best friends. All I want is her to happy.

Puppy food

Here is an update on the puppies. They are almost 4 weeks old and growing like weeds. We have homes for 4 out of the 5 puppies. Today we took Nessa to the vet so she could get checked out and found she has an infection in one of her breasts. That means she goes on antibiotics and the puppies go on "solid" food. Basically, we take puppy food and make it mush. So far they are loving it and eating about 3 times a day. As you know they are only puppies, so over look the little pee pee spots on the towel!

Not quite sure what it is.

Chowing down!

It's better when you stand in it.

A total mess!

The kids were gone this weekend and I swore I would tackle their pig stye that they call a room. I warned them before they left that if they didn't clean up I would be throwing away toys. Their idea of "clean" is piling everything into the closet and hoping the door shuts. Out of sight out of mind, right?

I ended up spending one full day cleaning and throwing away 2 full bags of toys. These weren't useable toys... they were broken, missing parts, missing limbs, etc. All the toys are in their proper places and I threatened death if they were moved to somewhere they didn't belong.

After pics

I love an organized room!

"You're not his mother"

So, I'm the wicked witch. Devin's mother is mad at me because I'm spending time with her son. She claims that one night when she called and asked what he was doing he said, "I'm watching tv with my mom and dad." Chase and/or I are always in the room when he is on the phone and neither one of us remembers this. She also threw out that on another occasion she called and he didn't want to talk because he was "playing a game with Melissa". This is true.

She yells at Chase's Mom that "Melissa isn't his mother" and that isn't my intention. Devin has a mother and I'm not trying to replace her whatsoever. I feel as though I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. If I am mean to Devin I'll get chewed out. If I'm nice to Devin I am accused of trying to be his mother. We live in the same house, am I not supposed to show Devin any kind of attention? Ignore him when he walks in the room? Choose to play with only Garrett and Jacob and not include Devin?

I don't get it.

The Oil Ranch

Another tradition I've started is taking the kids to a pumpkin patch in October. We've moved several times since the kids have been born, but by far the best pumpkin patch we've been to is at the Oil Ranch just outside of Houston. Not just for the pumpkins, but for the other activities involved. Horse back riding, a train ride, tee-pee's, petting zoo, an old fashion hay ride where you feed the cows, etc. We always have a fun time!

On the train

Jacob and his annual pumpkin shot.

Garrett and his annual pumpkin shot.

Uniforms

The kids received their uniforms today and it's weird. They are growing up before my eyes! They should still be in rompers and crawling on the floor. I didn't think them playing sports would be so soon. Garrett is on the 5 year old team called the Astros. Jacob and Devin are on the 4 year old team called the Twins.

Pumpkins

I have a tradition with the kiddos that every year they get to carve pumpkins for October. The pumpkins usually don't last until Halloween because I'm too anxious to buy them later in the month. This year Devin and Chase got to join in the fun. The kids picked out pumpkins, picked out their stencil of what they wanted carved, and then took out all of the pumpkin goop. Chase and I actually carved the pumpkins because who really wants to give a knife to a 5 year old and 2 four year olds? That's a trip to the ER waiting to happen!

Proud parents

We are the proud new parents of 5 puppies; 3 girls and 2 boys. They are adorable! This came as quite a shock since 2 different vets said that Nessa was not pregnant. Low and behold her fat belly and big teats was due to having puppies inside. It was an amazing experience to see life entering this world. To see these puppies take their first breathe. No words can describe it!

We will be finding homes for all the puppies. We are still deciding if we are going to keep one. I nick named her Roly Poly because she is so fat and just rolls around instead of crawling. The boys have found homes already. YEAH! The search for good homes for the girl puppies is on!

A proud new mommy - after the first puppy!

They like to fall out of the kennel.

All 5 babies

Flowers

Today Chase surprised me with flowers "just because". Days like these remind why I love him so much!

Babysitting

I've had to babysit my cousin's little girl this week while she has been out of town. Brianna is a handful! My cousin's husband made the comment that I should start up a business watching children. Good heavens there is no chance in me ever doing that! I watched the clock constantly, hoping it was time for her to leave. She is in that normal 2 year old phase (how I do NOT miss that) and saying "no" means a temper tantrum. My patience was gone by Friday and I was never so happy to see every person under the age of 7 out of the house.

First practice

Devin started tee-ball today. He has been so excited since registration and uniform sizing. Because of Ike, his first practice with The Twins (his team) was pushed back one week. You know, who really wants to go outside to play when you have to deal with picking up after a hurricane?

Anyway, Garrett and Jacob were not registered this year because I missed the deadline. I didn't want to ask my parents for the money even though they offered. My Mom chewed me out for missing the date and not taking their money. Maybe I'm weird, but I feel awful having to accept money from my parents.

When we arrived at practice I asked if people could sign up late. The coordinator said yes (with a $10 late fee). Devin's coach even let the boys get in a practice even though we haven't paid yet. All 3 boys had a blast! The coach was really good with 11 four year old boys. They were all over the field and by the end of the hour everyone was ready to go.

Of coarse I had my camera. Here are the boys in action. Enjoy!

Garrett with a swing and a miss!

Devin makes contact!

Jacob needs alittle help from Coach Mike.