Mother's Day, pitching, and the command center
My apologies, specifically to Poppop, for the blog downtime. My guilt-ridden soul is juggling a not-so-sunny disposition, an uncertainty over what the boys might be ok with me sharing, and the sucker punch of a life no longer driven by adorable moments and baby book milestones. And I just have trouble bringing myself to write.
But we cannot forget Aden's first baseball season as a pitcher. He's loving it, so much more than his catching days. And he's pretty good at it! He looks like a pitcher, solid, strong, and fairly tall for his age.
Well, keeping it real, most people say he looks like a linebacker. But I shun football. He gets enough head injuries from everyday life. Pitcher it is.
First inning he ever pitched, struck out three of four batters he faced. He hit the other one, but we don't focus on that. The kid ended up being fine.
He's been slugging the ball too, and it seems the faster the pitch, the harder he can hit it. Played first base for a couple of innings, which he also liked. Makes my heart just swell up to watch my Aden doing something he enjoys and has a talent for.
Another thing to not forget is the transformation of Trey's room into something resembling an office at the CIA. He had been saving up for a gaming computer, and an early birthday gift put him over the top.
It was fun spending the time together, researching models and RAM and graphics cards, despite the fact that I had to almost sit on him so he wouldn't hit purchase on the first one he saw. And then the wait, oh lawd the wait. I mean, five days people. It's unheard of. I'd get texts from Trey throughout each day, oh look, it's in Ohio now! Kentucky! OMG mom, Roanoke!!!
He got a huge new monitor, and by surprise with the tower came a sleek mouse and keyboard that glow red. We hooked everything up, waited the combined twenty hours (not exaggerating) for Fortnite and Roblox to install, and Trey is a happy camper. Even if his desk area looks like some kind of command center.
Mother's Day was sweet and relatively low key. On Saturday we ate lunch together with my grandma, mom and dad, and some of the family, then went with Poppop to the pet store to gush over all the puppies. Of course while at the mall we had to ride the ex-calator no less than six times.
Yeah, we don't get out much.
Came home to find Brandon cleaning the house, short of the two disaster areas in the back of the house, left for the boys to tackle. A better Mother's Day gift there could not be, because apparently my blogger's block extends to cleaning.
On Sunday the afternoon nap that I so desperately needed and was so graciously allowed by the boys, ended up knocking us out of a nice restaurant dinner. For when we arrived a little after five, there was a three hour wait. We tried other places to find more huge wait times, so my Mother's Day feast was held at Sonic. In the car. Over tater tots and a chocolate shake.
There are worse things.
I'll be back soon, I promise.
But we cannot forget Aden's first baseball season as a pitcher. He's loving it, so much more than his catching days. And he's pretty good at it! He looks like a pitcher, solid, strong, and fairly tall for his age.
Well, keeping it real, most people say he looks like a linebacker. But I shun football. He gets enough head injuries from everyday life. Pitcher it is.
First inning he ever pitched, struck out three of four batters he faced. He hit the other one, but we don't focus on that. The kid ended up being fine.
He's been slugging the ball too, and it seems the faster the pitch, the harder he can hit it. Played first base for a couple of innings, which he also liked. Makes my heart just swell up to watch my Aden doing something he enjoys and has a talent for.
Another thing to not forget is the transformation of Trey's room into something resembling an office at the CIA. He had been saving up for a gaming computer, and an early birthday gift put him over the top.
It was fun spending the time together, researching models and RAM and graphics cards, despite the fact that I had to almost sit on him so he wouldn't hit purchase on the first one he saw. And then the wait, oh lawd the wait. I mean, five days people. It's unheard of. I'd get texts from Trey throughout each day, oh look, it's in Ohio now! Kentucky! OMG mom, Roanoke!!!
He got a huge new monitor, and by surprise with the tower came a sleek mouse and keyboard that glow red. We hooked everything up, waited the combined twenty hours (not exaggerating) for Fortnite and Roblox to install, and Trey is a happy camper. Even if his desk area looks like some kind of command center.
Mother's Day was sweet and relatively low key. On Saturday we ate lunch together with my grandma, mom and dad, and some of the family, then went with Poppop to the pet store to gush over all the puppies. Of course while at the mall we had to ride the ex-calator no less than six times.
Yeah, we don't get out much.
Came home to find Brandon cleaning the house, short of the two disaster areas in the back of the house, left for the boys to tackle. A better Mother's Day gift there could not be, because apparently my blogger's block extends to cleaning.
On Sunday the afternoon nap that I so desperately needed and was so graciously allowed by the boys, ended up knocking us out of a nice restaurant dinner. For when we arrived a little after five, there was a three hour wait. We tried other places to find more huge wait times, so my Mother's Day feast was held at Sonic. In the car. Over tater tots and a chocolate shake.
There are worse things.
I'll be back soon, I promise.
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