In the Big Leagues Now!

Last night we took the baseball team to the El Paso Diablos.Before the game started, they got to head down on the fieldto the dugout and meet some of the players. Then came the main event. As the Diablo players were introduced, two boys at a time went out with them and were introduced also. Then they stood with then as the national anthem was sang. Folks, it was amazing! I wanted to be a tball player. I think these twodid too. It was THAT cool!
After the anthem, the team and their families got to sit RIGHTbehind the dugout and watch the game.

But...Lisa, Katy, Kylee and I rebelled a little. I know, I know, shocker. Do you know how many HOURS we sit in the baseball stands watching? Well, it's a lawt. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world to see my boy play. My boy wasn't playing. He was a spectator, just like the rest of us. So we left. We went to get something to eat in the air conditioning, with cold drinks, and food that was WAY better and WAY cheaper than at the ballpark. We thought. It backfired. We went to Applebees, 20 to 30 minute wait. We went to Chilis, didn't even go in because of the people waiting OUTSIDE the builidng. We went to Great American Land and Cattle, 20 minute wait. Okay. We're waiting. After 15-20 minutes, Kylee asked the hostess how much longer. When she said ANOTHER 20 minutes, we gave up. We rebeled, and it backfired on us. This is a great lesson for all you kiddos out there. When you rebel, it will bite you in the butt.

So we went back to the ballpark. By that time, the boys were beyond sitting still and were running around like maniacs. I guess they bothered one too many people, so they got a little lecture. Then finally it was over (I don't even know who won..hehe. Again, not my boy) and they got to go back to the field and run the basesand watch the fireworks

I'll tell ya, it was a great night, even for the girls who tried to rebel!

And for all my family readers who aren't bloggers, the blue lettering, you click on to see a video!

Picturesqueless

I have no pictures from this weekend. None. Zip. Zero. Nada. Not even a CELL phone picture. Nothing. Right then is when I should have known I was getting sick. But I didn't.

Friday night, we took our sweet friend Courtney and her sister and Dad out to dinner at Leo's (A picture I stole from Courtey's Facebook page, since I have none of my own!)
Courtney leaves for collegeThursday. It's going to be a great adventure for her, but we will miss her!

Saturday was typical t-ball and dance. Then we took the kids to spend the night at Papa and Nana's. When we left them they were in the pool, and we barely got a nod for a goodbye. So we went to dinner with the Hayes. Then Kylee called. Her eyes were "swollen shut", at least that's what she told me. Not the case. We picked her up. Blaine stayed.

Sunday morning, I did not feel well at all. There wasn't anything specific I could tell you. I just didn't feel well. I sorted my laundry, got two loads done, and just laid on the couch. At some point, Joey picked up Blaine and supper. By that time, the bug had taken over. I was so sick. For two days. Now you know why there have been no post updates. There have also been no updates to my laundry status or to my refrigerator or pantry. Seems like I have a lot of "updating" to do.

One Time at Band Camp....

Remember the drama of Kylee's schedule having band on it? She cried, wanted out. Then maybe she'd stay. Nope, wanted out. Well, I don't want it to change my WHOLE schedule if I get out. I want out! Ugh, I don't know. That's how the story went...for ALMOST two weeks. It is now resolved. Here's how:

Monday night the band directors had a meeting. The kids had to go in and try three instruments. Then the band director in charge of that instrument rated them on a scale of one to five, five being the best. Then the kids put their choices in order. Here's how it went:

She tried percussion first. She tapped her foot up and down, clapped when her foot was down (except she clapped when her foot was up), "ran" with their hands as fast as they could on their legs, and did some patting of their legs in a rhythm given to them, like right right left right left left....or something like that. The band director said, "Some of this was kind of hard for you, wasn't it?" She rated her a three.

Then we went to the flute. How excited was I, knowing she would NAIL it, because, well, I played the flute. Wrong. It was really hard for her! She hardly got any sound out of it. That band director told her, "If you REALLY wanted to play the flute, and it is your first choice, you can do it. But it's going to be a LOT of work." Kylee screamed said very loudly and with MUCH emphasis, "It's NOT my first choice!" The band director rated her a three, and wrote, Struggled, on the comments.

Then we went to the trumpet. Kylee had told me she wanted to play the trumpet, but I guess I ignored her a little. That director said, "We'll try, but the trumpet is hard for a lot of people." She showed Kylee what to do. Kylee did it. A loud, clear sound came from that trumpet mouthpiece. Then the director said, "Let's try the french horn mouthpiece." Kylee got an even louder, clearer sound from that one. The director said, "You can totally do this." She rated her a five and wrote, Did great, in the comments. Kylee walked away with a smile the size of Texas.

I might mention that while we were standing in these lines to try these instruments, we were talking about changing her schedule. She was very wishy-washy and noncommittal about it.

When we left the trumpet line, she wrote her choices in order. 1) Trumpet 2) French Horn 3) Flute (after which she turned to me and said, Just for you, Mom.

When we left the school, she said, "If I get to play the trumpet, I want to stay in band!"

Yesterday I had to check her out of school early for an orthodontist appointment. I decided to stop by the counselors office just to see what it would do to her schedule if we got her out of band, because, well, how many girls ESPECIALLY girls as girly as MY girl, have you seen playing the trumpet?! Just as I sat down to visit with the counselor, said girly-girl came RUNNING into his office, waving a piece of paper. "DON'T DO ANYTHING!! I GOT THE TRUMPET! DON'T CHANGE MY SCHEDULE! I GOT THE TRUMPET! WOO HOO!"

Stunned. I sat there stunned. Seriously?! My dancing queen, lip-gloss wearing princess, pedicure getting primp WANTS to play the trumpet? Seriously?!! Yes, seriously.

Meet Taliyea, the trumpet, the new member of our family. Yes, she has a name. That's comforting. At least there's something girly about her.

Back in Session

School is back in session. Summer is kinda lazy with the kids because, well, summer is meant for being lazy. Along with being lazy, though, comes less little funnies out of their mouths. With school back in session, the funnies are back in business.

Because they line up on the basketball court right outside of the school doors, Blaine has been taking his small basketball to school to play before school. He told us this weekend, "I'm famous at school! Since it's my basketball, everybody wants to play with me." Then he said, "But I really want to be the Celtics, and they all want to be the Lakers." Uncle Doak told him to stand firm; it was his basketball, and he needed to make them be the Celtics. Blaine thought for a minute and said, "Nah. I still want to be famous!"

He's had kind of had a rough week this week. Monday at lunch, he got up to throw something in the trash (so much for not cleaning up after himself..hehe) and somebody stole the uneaten part of his sandwich. He was hot!! Then yesterday a kid bit him at the Y. I'm told, not just by Blaine but the Y staff as well, that it was totally unprovoked.

He also got his first sad face of the year yesterday. Yes, I know we are only seven days in, but still! I was kinda proud of him, though. When I asked him why he got the sad face, we were sitting at Sonic getting a snack waiting on Kylee to get out of piano. He said, "Because I didn't finish my work fast enough." I said, "Why not? Were you talking?" And he said, "No -- well, yes, ma'am." Then he said, "And because I didn't follow the rules during carpet time." I waited. He stopped. I waited some more. He looked at me. I said, "Well, what were you doing at carpet time?" He shrugged his shoulders, then caught himself and said, "I was talking again. I just talk too much and got a sad face." I first told him I was VERY proud of him for not lying to me, because I saw him start to. I told him that because he told me the truth and because it was his first sad face this year, that this was his warning, but not to think that coming home with a sad face again was going to be this easy.

Then the phone rang. It was his Daddy. He wanted to answer it. I think it was so I wouldn't tell him. So they visited a bit, and then I was talking to Joey. Then Blaine said, "Oh, just tell him. He's going to find out anyway. Just tell him!" I paused a second (I was trying to keep from laughing), and he said, "Tell him, Mommy! He's going to find out, so just tell him now!" So I explained to Joey what he was talking about and Blaine said, "But this time is my warning. Next time is gonna be bad, but this time is just my warning!"

Happy Birthday, Uncle Doak

We had so many things going on this weekend!

After supper Friday night, Doak and his family came in from Midland. While Joey went out with a bunch of his high school friends for yet another reunion, the kids and I hung out and played with them.

Saturday really busy. Kylee had dance from 12 to 2. The plan was to pick her up at 2 and go to Blaine's t-ball awards ceremony. She called me in the middle of dance to see if she could go to Mom Mom's instead. Doak and Andrea took Gavin school clothes shopping, and Mom Mom and Dad Dad had Brodie and Faith. She wanted nothing to do with going to the park and hanging out with a bunch of t-ball players. Thisis ALLshe was interested in!!

I, on the other hand, went to the park with the boys. They were so excited
because they were getting big trophies this year because of their championship. It was so fun to watch them just keep looking at the trophies, and even more fun to see their faces light up as they were handed theirs.

After the awards picnic, the kids went and spent the night at Dad Dad and Mom Mom's with Doak's family while Joey and I went to Cattleman's for yet another night of his reunion.

Sunday morning, after watching Joey's softball game while the kids were at church, we went and had lunch at Mom Mom and DAd Dad's for Doak's birthday. After lunch and everybody leaving, it was back to the laundry grind for me...especially now that school is back in session.

I just had to post this great picture of three generations, Doak, Dan, and Brodie Dan.