What I Learned This Week

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baseball, petunias, vomit

Strep throat can cause nausea and vomiting. 

The mere mention, the mere possibility that one of my children is going to vomit throws the others into a complete panic.  Seriously, it’s as though the house were on fire.  We’re going to have to start calling it omitvay, or arfbay so they don’t know what we’re talking about.  We’re that clever. 

There is a reason I don’t clean the floors very often.  (Okay, there is probably more than one reason.  The main one being that I am not really a big fan of cleaning the floors.  But let’s just focus on the one that makes me look less lazy.)  The reason I don’t do the cleaning is that immediately following every.single.cleaning, is a very large spill of something.  Something sticky.  Or omitvay.  Which send ME into a complete panic. 

I am unable to control myself at the greenhouse.  Un.able.  I went there with the intention of buying a few herbs yesterday, and came home with a whole lotta flowers.  The only reason I stopped when I did was because the cart was full.  I’m going back today.  I.Can’t.Help.Myself. 

I heart petunias.  I even heart the word petunias.  I’m a freak, I know.

The kids will eat anything you want them to if you pack it in a bag and tell them we’re going on an adventure and we get to eat dinner in the car. 

There is absolutely nothing for an almost-two-year-old to do at a baseball field.  Except play in the dirt.  And try to jump off the bleachers.   

There is absolutely nothing for an eight year old girl to do at a baseball field, either. 

Or a five year old boy for that matter. 

Baseball dirt (that red silty dirt) is irrisistable to children.  As are rocks.

Ella looks really, really cute with messy hair and dirt all over her face.  

The word “bath” sends Ella flying up the stairs faster than I’ve ever seen her move.  (Except when she hears the freezer open.  You know, corn is a big thing with her.) 

William has a great arm.  He can really throw the ball.  I never tire of watching that boy.  He amazes me.

And there you have it.  My week in review–vomit, petunias and baseball.  Check out more “what I learned this week” at Musings of a Housewife.

Baseball

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baseball, t-ball

Baseball started last week…

Do you think he had fun? 

It appears that while some of his teammates are rather, you know, interested in learning the game, Henry is interested in catching a laugh. 

That’s my boy.

In other news, want to know who did not have fun? 

Yeah.  Ella.  She’s not a fan of the baseball. 

Not even a smidge of a fan. 

Which leads me to believe that it’s going to be a long season.

Tips for a Successful Ballpark Outing

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baseball, family outings

Yesterday we took the kids to a baseball game.  We did this last year, and managed to scribble down a few important tips to remember for this year.  Here’s one that sticks out in my mind:  Women who are 8 months pregnant will be ticked off for the rest of the day a good hour and a half when $140 speeding ticket is incurred on ride to game.  Leave early so you don’t have to “make up time.” 

Luckily, I’m not pregnant this year, and my husband did manage to control his need for speed.  We were off to a good start.  I won’t bore you will all the details, but I’ll give you a few tips that we jotted down to remember for next year:

1. Put the sunblock on the baby before you get into the ballpark.  It makes her scream, and you look like a side show trying to spread thick white lotion all over the wiggly little screaming redhead.
2. Don’t buy the red gatorade when the children are wearing light colors–self explanatory.
3. Don’t watch the game.  You must watch your children with vigilance lest you miss the fact that your four year old is throwing popcorn by the handfuls.
4. Don’t expect to stay for more than 3 innings the entire game.  The “is it over yets” start at about the second inning. 

I had delusions of grandeur where this game was concerned.  You know, we were going to be that all-American family doing that all-American thing, having a fun family time together, and there would be memories to last a lifetime.  Next year I’m going to lower my expectations.  I will expect to pay approximately $562 in concessions, and stay for two innings.  Maybe I’ll get a picture or two, and hopefully one of them will be in focus.