Parker & his Baseball

Parker is finally on a baseball team. It's actually t-ball, but he doesn't care. He is on a real team with a real coach that thinks he is a rock star on the field. It's been so much fun to see him play. He is constantly smiling, and you can tell that he is having a blast out there. I don't know where he got the love for the game. Definately not from his parents. Some might see and say, "Ah, cute. He loves baseball." But he doesn't just love baseball, he LOVES baseball. He could play it 24/7. He would sleep with his glove & bat if we let him (he's actually done that before).

So ever since we went to a Red Sox game at Fenway Park when he was two, we've been fans. He has posters up in his room of Fenway, the Red Sox winning the World Series & even one of Babe Ruth in his Red Sox uniform. Parker was so sure that he would be on the Red Sox t-ball team. However, I'm sure you can guess what happened. He ended up on the Yankees. At first he said, "AWE MAN! THE YANKEES?!" But his tone has changed. His uncle and cousins love the Yankees and Parker has actually wanted a excuse to cheer for the Yankees. So now he love both teams. Both Yankees & Red Sox fans may say, "If you love one, you CAN'T love the other." People have even explained to Parker that the Red Sox & Yankees are rivals, but he doesn't care about that. He says, "I don't care if they are enemies, I love the Red Sox and the Yankees." So that's that. No changing his mind.

Parker is a natural at the game. Well, way more natural at it than Chris or me. The first time he was catcher, get got out to his position in the get-up and squatted right down with his hand behind his back and everything. When he was short stop he even sacrificed his body a couple times to catch the ball and throw it to first. I know I'm braggin a lot, but I just can't believe he's my kid. Don't get me wrong, he's still clumsy like me, but he recovers so fast and is still able to block a goal in soccer or throw the ball to first from his knees. It's crazy to watch. Anyway, enough of that.

Writers Block

I've have writers block for the past 32 years of my life. I love reading and wish I loved to write. I know what good writing looks like. So I know that my writing is not "good writing". Number 1, I have horrible spelling (keep reading and you'll see). B. I have good ideas, but struggle getting them down right. Well, whatever, I am going to rebel and write anyway. (I know that's not true rebellion, but I'm not a real rebel.)


It's Here!

The Holidays have finally arrived. I am sitting at my in-laws home in Vegas, taking in the feelings and sounds of the season. Family has gathered to give thanks together. The adults are chatting and laughing around the table. Cousins are running around in all directions so excited to be together, with one sitting at the piano playing Christmas songs. It is wonderful chaos. I am so blessed. I love this time of year.


Since I last posted

Since I last posted, nothing much has changed in our lives...well not Chris or mine. However, Parker has gone through preschool and loved it; started kindergarten and loves it; and started playing soccer and LOVES it!

He and I really enjoy being at the same school together. I love being able to peek my head in when the door of the classroom is open and give him a wink. Plus, I love seeing him and getting a hug right after school lets out.

Parker has been waiting over the past 5 years of his life to play in an organized sport. He has watched his older cousins compete, and longed for the day that people would cheer him on. The time finally came this soccer season. He loves having a uniform to put on every Saturday. He puts it on as soon as he wakes up...complete with shin guards and cleats. I enjoy watching him run around, going after the ball, and even scoring every once in a while.

So, your probably thinking, "OK! Let's see the pictures of his first day of school and first game!" Well, I don't have any. I have two pictures of his first day trapped on the internal memory of my camera (which I don't know where the cord is), and I forgot my camera for the first game. Thank goodness Uncle Troy and Pappy remembered theirs. Now I just need to get the pictures from them.