Tball

When Ian brought up signing Connor up for tball, I had mixed feelings. I knew Connor would love it. But I also knew it started in the thick of Ian's busy season and there would be games and practices to take Connor to…not to mention that I am so incredibly socially awkward in situations like this…having to talk to and interact with people I don't know. Anyway, it happened and Connor's first practice was this week.

Given that this was our first go at something like this, I had no clue how to dress Connor for the occasion. I have since learned and got him some new duds ;) We did show up with a glove and a bat, so go us!

^^ Practicing running bases 

^^ Listening to his coach explain to him how to bat.

Can we take a moment to laugh at the fact that Connor's poor tball team doesn't even get to practice on a real field?! This is a place with tons of baseball diamonds and poor tball has to practice in the very back on a small patch of grass. 

Connor was super into his tball practice and it was super cute. When they would give the kids a drink break, Connor would run to me and drink as fast as he could and run back. He was always the first kid back out there. Though, when they were practicing the kids catching ground balls, Connor kept sitting down on the job, but you can't when them all! When it came time to practice hitting the ball, one of the coaches helped show Connor how to hold his bat and he hit the FIRST ball they threw at him. I (his completely unathletic mother) was so amazingly proud of him. 

Life is definitely going to get busy with a couple practices and a game every week for the spring. But it's good. I like watching my little boy being all excited about something. Plus, I can work on my farmers tan.

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Isla Said What {two}

I smell like a pirate princess. 


I being carefully. 


I don't like the really hot. 


Somebody ate God. God is in a whale in the ocean.   {I'm glad to see she gets the whole Jonah in a whale story!}


I want to be in your tummy. 


Going along with the last one, she has said a few times recently, "I want to be a baby!"


It ok mom, I hitting nice. 


Me: Grammy is daddy's mama. 
I: No, she's the babysitter. 
Me: laughing, She does watch you sometimes, but she is your Gramdma, your daddy's mama. 
I: Oh. 


I want that pesky sun to move a little bit. 

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Type A

So, neither Ian or I have type a personalities. Case in point, our power went out two weeks ago and we haven't reset the clock in our bedroom since. That is normally the alarm clock Ian uses to get up in the morning, but he just switched to his phone. So, two weeks later, that little clock sits in my room, blinking away, apparently not driving either one of us insane because neither one of us has done anything about it.

I find people and their personality traits fascinating. Both Ian and I have type a characteristics (which I am sure everyone has at least a couple), but neither one of us would be labeled as such…definitely not me, that's for sure. Though I do bite my nails, and I never realized that was seen as a type a trait. Interesting.

 

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10/52

Connor: I registered him for kindergarden this week. He has been asking for months to go. I keep telling him just to enjoy where he is at now, but I also get advice like that is always lost on the receiver. 

Isla: This girl acted so grown up this week it was weird. We switched her from a toddler bed to a twin bed and she started staying in her own bed all night long. Also, she had the stomach flu and made it to the toilet almost every time. Talk about growing up!  

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

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A Doozy of a Dozy

^^ This popsicle was the only thing I could get Isla to eat yesterday…and it came up about 15 minutes after she ate it. 

The last couple days have been rough, to say the least. I am usually pretty good at keeping it together, no matter what comes my way. But when it just wouldn't stop, there came a time yesterday that I just wanted to put my face in a pillow and scream. 

It all started on Tuesday night. I thought we were in for a nice relaxing night. The kids were in bed asleep early. Then Ian discovered our water heater flooded our garage. So, we got to spend our evening, moving stuff around and cleaning a bunch of water. Then there was the gas leak. Then Isla started puking. And my MIL got sick so cancelled watching my kids for me while I went and registered Connor for kindergarden. Then there was the disaster that was kindergarden registration…that was actually what pushed me to the edge. I hate chaotic situations and the unknown and it was very, very poorly executed. It left me running around like a chicken with my head cut off, and convinced Connor will end up in afternoon kindergarden…which I keep reminding myself really doesn't matter in the scheme of life. Did I mention the puke? So much of it. And Isla is refusing to eat or drink. And Connor, he is acting like a 5 year old that doesn't want to be quiet when his mom wants him to so his sick sister can sleep. 

But there have been good moments too. Connor's parent teacher conference was on Wednesday and he is doing great. Isla has been a champ about being sick and has made it to the toilet almost every single stinking time. The kids dentist printed up his dental records for me immediately so I could register Connor for kindergarden…yeah, dental records. Weird, right? And Connor and I spent some time basking in the sun on the front porch eating popsicles…I figured if Isla wouldn't eat them, someone should ;)

I just keep reminding myself that it's Friday. Sure, Ian has to work Saturday (it is busy season, after all), but it won't be a full day. And hopefully this sickness, and chaos, will pass our house quickly. 

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Almond Blossoms 2015

When the almond trees are in bloom is the one time of year one might call living in the central valley of California beautiful. For those three weeks (maybe a little longer, but it sure is over quick), it sure is pretty. And given that I don't have allergies, I don't loathe it like the 90% of other people here.

A couple years ago, I said I wanted to make a tradition of taking pictures in the almond blossoms. I managed that year. And then I missed out on last year because the rain knocked out all the blossoms before I got the chance to get us out there. I was afraid that would happen again this year, but we caught them.

I have my own family "selfie" setup, with a tripod and wireless remote. The kids love the remote and it is how I can bribe them to cooperate. Of course, then we also end up with a bunch of pictures of say my butt as I climb off the ground…the delete button is my friend!

^^ This kid loves to ham it up for the camera. 90% of the pictures I take of him are of him goofing off and spinning around. 

These kids of mine love the outdoors. I actually told them we were going to play in the orchard, rather than take pictures, because I knew if I mentioned pictures, they would protest. I would love to live in the middle of an orchard one day, where the kids could just run wild and free…but who knows if that will ever happen. In the mean time, they can just frolic through other people's orchards…which, side note, Ian worked at the fruit stand attached to this orchard when he was growing up.

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Beauty in the Sky

"Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them." 

 Marcus Aurelius

When Ian and I left to go to Carson City, NV a week ago, we left pretty late. We trekked over a rather large mountain in the middle of the night. We saw very few other cars. It was fun traveling under darkness. It felt cozy and easy to talk. Then, when we were at the top of the mountain, I looked up and saw more stars than I had ever seen. Literally thousands of them. I had Ian pull over. We got out and admired the stars in the middle of total and complete darkness. I had to leave the shutter on my camera open for 10 seconds just to get the stars to show up. The scene was breathtaking, calm and beautiful. It was unlike anything I have experienced in a while. And I am thankful that I got to.

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