Tyler "Calling His Shot"

So as I said at Tyler's first game, he hit a home run his last at bat. This Friday he had his second game, finally, after a few rained out games. I gratefully got to stay the whole time to watch him. His second at bat he took a page out of history with the famous Babe Ruth "calling his shot" stance. I was thrilled to have had my camera out and got a picture of it. What a confident little five year old. We laughed so hard when he did it. He didn't hit a home run that time, but smashed it into center field! He really is going to be an awesome ball player.

I loved this poem

This was not written by me so I could never take the credit, however, I ran acrossed it today online and had to share. This is my life in a nutshell and I'm sure those who aren't raising boys could still relate to it as well. Happy early Mother's Day to all the moms out there.

I scrub the wall of fingerprints,

Pick up the mounds of clothes.

I sweep the dirt that shoes track in-

Wish I could use a hose!

Meals are served from dawn to dark,

Dirty dishes crowd the sink.

Just when they're washed and put away-

Everyone wants a drink!

The washer pulls the dirty grime

From pants worn thin and patched.

They look so very neat and clean-

Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!

Broken bones and bloody knees,

I should have been a nurse.

I take it all in shaky stride-

Just grateful it's not worse!

Screams and shouts and arguments

Test the keeping of my cool.

They left the neighbor's faucet on-

See their new front yard pool!

A soothing bath is ecstasy,

A reward at the end of my rope.

Raising boys isn't really bad-

But first I must wash the soap!

A rose can say I Love You,

Orchids can enthrall;

But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist,

Oh my, that says it all!