Bad News

That's the name of the co-ed softball team I'm on, due to sheer coersion on my brother's part. These are our intense shirts.(this picture does not do it justice for it's reflective nature.)I played quite a bit of rec league softball through jr. high and high school, but not more than whiffle ball since. Turns out I still have cleats, but no mitt. Evan and I have enjoyed the occasional game of catch over the last 10+ years since I've played, but I have not swung a bat.

Here's the run down of tonight's recent events. I struck out my first time up. I can't remember striking out since I was a sophomore and my boyfriend came to watch the game. (I was intimidated because he was on the school baseball team.) So embarrassing anyway. I was working right field the entire game, completely to my satisfaction. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, because apparently when I get the ball my instinct is to throw as hard as I can with very little aiming. Bottom line: we lost the game 20-8.

Lo an behold, there would be a second game tonight. Yes, a double header. Information that would have been good to know ahead of time, before I brought my kids. The overall rundown goes as follows: I got out twice running to second (implying I did eventually hit the ball); I hit a ball into the outfield and felt pretty awesome about myself until they caught my fly; I missed a fly ball while working the right field, but I did make friends with a blue piece of plastic. Most importantly, I caught a fly ball...with the wrong hand!I don't know how well you can see the bruised spot just below my middle finger, but it's swollen too. Man that hurt. So I stopped the fly with my right, brought it to my mitt, it bounced out of my mitt, then I still caught it somehow. My right hand would barely respond to throw it in.

We did win our second game. Now I'm going to ice my hand.

A Comparison

For everyone, including me, who thinks Maisy looks like Alayna. I think this pretty well confirms it.

We'll be OK

2 Chronicles 32:7-8
Be strong and courageous, be not afraid nor dismayed for the king of Assyria, nor for all the multitude that is with him: for there be more with us than with him:

With him is an arm of flesh; but with us is the Lord our God to help us and to fight our battles.

I thought this was comforting for our time. We aren't fighting Assyria, but sometimes it feels like there aren't enough of us to make a difference. I think there probably are more of us than we realize and the Lord is on our side.

Laughing

In the beginning, I was worried that Dylan would never warm up to Maisy. Now he's accepted her as a fact of life that's not going away. But tonight after baths, Dylan had her laughing more than I've ever heard. After a 10 hour day at work, and Wes at "man movie night" it made my heart happy. Having your kids laugh and play together is pure joy.

On a side note, I never thought I'd like going through this first year again. And I still think all this dependence is hard. But I want to freeze my kids so they stay like this forever. Dylan can always be two and a half and Maisy can be 4 months. Dylan is never going to get the backpack he wants so he can go to school, he's going to stay home with me and little forever. I never want him to stop saying the funny innocent things that he says. And Maisy is so sweet. You can cuddle her, she loves to smile and giggle. She's a stinker that rolls over because she can not because she wants to. And she loves her mama the most, and that's okay. I just can't kiss the 2 of them enough.

Poker Face

So in sacrament meeting on Sunday the scouts were reporting on scout camp. The first kid gets up and pretty quick off mentions how this year he brought chips for the poker game. I'm not offended by this, but I know plenty of people who would be.

Next up is a leader who mentions how he feels privileged to have been invited to the poker game. Really, so you were endorsing this?!?! It's one thing to know it's going on, perhaps say, "You know President Hinckley counseled against this?" Then leave them to make their own decisions. But maybe you shouldn't play with them.

The next leader, the YM Pres, gets up and says, "Don't worry. It wasn't poker. It was Texas Hold'em." So perhaps we can say he was innocent of the transgression, because he didn't realize that Texas Hold'em was poker.

Personally, I think this is what should go on at scout camp. You're supposed to do contraband things. Especially, if no one gets hurt. And we were assured by the first kid that no money was exchanged, just chips. No harm, no foul. But I can imagine there are going to be some folks busting down the bishop's door for this.

Happy 4th

The weekend is only 1/2 over and we're already exhausted from the celebrating. We started off early Saturday morning with a parade in Liberty. Dylan was really excited because he got to ride a horse in it. (no pictures, my hands were full) From there we were off to Tooele to spend the day with cousins. I've decided that one of the advantages to having 2 kids is so you can dress them alike because it's so cute. But you will not find a picture of them together. A few families in their neighborhood rented an inflatable slide that was sheer chaos.DVS only felt brave enough to ride once most of the bigger kids went home.After that he was going down yelling, "rock and roll!"Once some of the kids started to get tired the grown ups had a turn. It was really fun if you jumped, then you bounced as you slid, hit your heels to end with a tumble and crash. My head was spinning for a while since I did that over and over. Tons of fun though. Not my kid but I really love Canyon's face in this one. I showed it to him, then he wanted me to take more of him, and had to check with me after every time he went down to see if I got a good one of him. I've got to put my favorite sis-in-law Melissa on here because she held my baby the whole time and she's super hot. You would all be so lucky to be related to someone so awesome.

Then time for the rodeo. To me a rodeo is about as American as it gets. I cry at the opening of every rodeo where they acknowledge all the armed forces and sing the national anthem. I wish I were awesome enough to compete in a rodeo(doing what, I don't know), but maybe I would just settle on being the girl that rides around with the flags. It's closer to my skill level. Evan and Whitney joined us for the rodeo. I would like to say we ended this crazy day with the beautiful sunset followed by fireworks.But no, we don't know when to quit. We went back to Matt and Melissa's to watch the UFC fights. Or at least the parts I could unglue my eyelids for. Happy Birthday America!

Accent Marketing

It's been a long time since I've blogged about anything but my kids. Since moving we now have basic TV channels in our room. We didn't have any TV at our last house and we still don't in the rest of the house. But since having Maisy I'll lounge on our bed to feed her and I'll turn on the TV. I am truly irritated when companies use foreign accents to sell their products. I realize that research shows people fall for this ploy all the time, but I don't think that someone with an accent is more sophisticated, cultured or educated than I am. So why would I do what they say. Seriously why would I buy insurance from a lizard with a British accent, or allergy medicine from a bee that sounds like Antonio Bandaras.

Also that Abby Barnell, or whoever she is, that does the radio news updates with the accent makes me want to tear my eyes out. I can't stand her, I think she's snobbish. I don't really know her, I just don't want to listen to her.