Sunday, May 10, 2009

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.

Monday, May 4, 2009

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!