No mo lazy days

Whew! What a whirlwind! T-ball has started, spring is in full gear, sister girl is getting ready for her first dance "recital," we are visiting our baby puppy for the first time this weekend, and I am running like a crazy woman getting through the days!

Our son just LOOKS like he would be a phenomenal t-ball player.

And he is. But there's a problem. He can't STAND it! After his team won their first game (he played pitcher) 28-13, his coach was so thrilled that he started talking about the tournament at the end of the season and how certain he was that his little Cubs would be going . . . all. . . the . . .way. So little man, who I would have imagined would have been out of his mind with excitement gets in the car and asks: "Mom, please say I don't have to play in the tournament. You said I had to play through the season, but that doesn't include a tournament, does it?" Well, baby, yes it does--you are committed to this team til the end. However, we have now lost two and won two, so our success in the tournament is looking a little less promising than it did opening night.

Sister is in the throes of trashing. Today, she created a "sleepover" in our great room while I took a shower. We moved both babies upstairs in January so that all of their toys, animals, gear, etc. would be upstairs and they could live like total heathens and slobs and it just really wouldn't matter because it was upstairs--away from our living areas that everyone SEES when they visit. However, she is determined to bring the goods downstairs and any time I get distracted (like, I don't know--cooking dinner, bringing in groceries, folding laundry, making beds, showering), she goes into full move-in mode into all rooms downstairs. It's amazing what this little woman can accomplish in little to no time.

Little man got into his first fight at school AND he DIDN'T get in trouble! Bad parents! He did just what we told him to--got shoved, asked friend to stop, got shoved, told friend to stop again, got shoved and BOOM! Punch to the face! Roll down to the ground and get after it! I am very much a peace-loving person, but seriously, I don't want my child to be bullied. And I don't think this little friend will ever mess with him again. My little man's teacher said when she walked up on the fight all she could see was "A see of green (his shirt color)" and she let it go on a little longer--she felt that his friend needed a little whoopin. So, for the rest of the year, I think we can rest assured that nobody's going to be picking on our little guy. So hard to not punish, but he did just what we told him to, so how do you punish that??

Gotta run--need to iron our team shirts before tonight's game--oh, the joys of motherhood . . .