Confessions of a First Time Baseball Mom

So.

Jonah started playing baseball this month. While I played softball when I was young, the role of a baseball mom is definitely a new one for me. In just the three short weeks that Jonah has played, my routine has been thrown topsy-turvy and I’m all discombobulated. I also have a few confessions…

Confessions of a First Time Baseball Mom

Fall Ball?

I’m melting in my blue camping chair. Melting, people! They teased me by naming it “Fall Ball” when in reality, I live in Chattanooga, TN and it doesn’t get really good and cold until January. Ok, maybe December if we’re lucky. Which is nice if you like to wear flip-flops all the way until November like I do. Sitting in my blue chair that I’ve carried out to the ballfield while throwing a pound of snacks at a 2 year old just isn’t very fun because it’s hot and we always end up on the side facing the sun. I don’t really do scorching hot unless my feet are being rhythmically splashed by waves.

So, I’m calling your bluff, Fall Ball. You lied.

Confessions of a First Time Baseball Mom

Cleats, Bats, and Helmets, Oh My!

Growing up, I was only responsible for bringing a glove to softball games. Looking back, it was slightly gross to share helmets with all of my teammates. It’s a wonder I never got lice. Oh, how times have changed! Not only was I asked to pay a hefty fee, but I also had to go out and get a list of equipment that rivaled the length of a school supply list: cleats, a batting helmet, a bat, a bag to hold all of the equipment with fancy clips that attach to the fence, and more. Insane! I thought about being the non-conformist, but you see how that went…

Confessions of a First Time Baseball Mom

My Laundry Nemesis

Baseball uniforms are my laundry nemesis. Tennessee red clay doesn’t come out of pants easily…go figure. From now until November, my kitchen sink will have stained baseball pants soaking overnight in a combination of Fels-Naptha and Oxi-clean two times a week. There is no room for laziness with uniform cleaning. With baseball games twice a week and a practice on a third day, I have to be on top of my stain-fighting game. I’m not sure about you, but I like to do laundry on my own timeline. You know, when I’m down to the last pair of underwear.

Confession: I’ve already forgotten to wash his uniform. In my defense, the uniform never made it to the laundry. It won’t happen again. We’ve got a system.

Confessions of a First Time Baseball Mom

Dinner? You mean you like to eat?

I’m such an amateur. Our games are at 6:00, so we’re at the ballfield by 5:40 to warm up. Smart moms would have something in the crockpot. Better yet, smart moms would have thought about dinner before they left for the ballgame. For some reason I act surprised when my husband asks what we’re going to eat. Every. Single. Time. Here’s another sandwich, honey.

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Ant in My Pants

Y’all…I didn’t pay attention to where I placed my blue chair when staking my claim on the perfect spot to watch the game. I put my chair in the middle of an anthill. It wasn’t until my feet were swarmed by ants that I noticed. The ants were very appreciative of the pound of goldfish crackers I threw at the two year old, who then dropped fifty percent of them on the ground. My feet? Not so much.

Confessions of a First Time Baseball Mom

My Calendar Called

My calendar called. It said, “See you in November.”

I will admit I really, really like white space on my calendar. I fight for white space. I like margin. I need margin in my life or I tend to get a little, um, shall we say…crazy. With one piece of paper, every single empty calendar square was gobbled up. So long, fall fun. Goodbye, quiet evenings at home. I’ll miss you, regular bedtimes.

If you need me, I’ll be at the ballfield. I’ll be the sweaty girl at the end with goldfish crumbs under my feet.

Are you a baseball mom? Tell me your confession in the comments or give me a tip to figure out my dinner dilemma.

InstaFriday 7-26-13

It’s been a while since I’ve participated in InstaFriday. I’ve missed it. I have found it to be one of my favorite ways to recap what we’ve been up to. I hope you enjoy getting a glimpse of our everyday life as well…

Asher has a thing for getting in baskets. He’s such a silly boy these days. He’s started to laugh, cover up his mouth and say, “I’m so funny.” That’s for sure.

Asher in a basket

I’ve been eating better since we got back from vacation. And by better, I mean I’m in a self-inflicted food bootcamp. I’ve radically changed my diet to try to eliminate some health issues. It’s worked, but gosh, I want a cinnamon roll. To keep me from being too tempted to cheat I stayed home to write instead of going to Panera…because they have lots of bread there. I can’t have bread right now. Boo-to-the-hoo.

Sad Sara

We are in the middle of updating all of our paperwork for the adoption. I had planned on staying in my pajamas as long as possible that day. It didn’t happen. I had to make a mad dash to the post office to overnight some papers to USCIS (Immigration).  I’ll jump hoops and pay a ransom for you, little one. Anything for you to be home.

mailboxes

I took the boys downtown to see a train exhibit at the Chattanooga Choo-Choo. The Lionel Collectors Club of America was having a convention and they set up their trains. The public was invited for free! We made a day of it by looking at the trains for a while and then riding the trolley. Asher and Jonah both got to ring the bell on the trolley. They loved this. Jonah kept thanking me over and over for taking them. He’s such a sweet boy.

Chattanooga Choo-Choo

Trains

ringing the trolley bell

Asher has discovered the Rainbow Rice Sensory Bin. Surprisingly, he didn’t make a huge mess.

Rice Sensory Bin

What have you been up to this week? Tell me in the comments.

Very Hungry Caterpillar Birthday Party

*So, this post is, um, a year late. As I have started to plan the next birthday party, I realized I never got around to sharing this one! Oops! Better late than never, right?!?!

I find it almost humorous that I chose a Very Hungry Caterpillar Birthday Party theme for Asher’s first birthday considering that this was the time in his life when he wouldn’t eat and we were taking him to the GI doctor for tests. Maybe I hoped it would magically make him start eating. I digress. I had been planning this party in my head since before he was born. Obsessed much? Probably.

Nevertheless, I love the Very Hungry Caterpillar so much that I have an entire Pinterest board devoted to it. Eric Carle is my favorite. Enough about me, let’s get to the party!

Very Hungry Caterpillar Birthday Party Invitations

I made the invitations using Microsoft Publisher and a Very Hungry Caterpillar clipart file I found online. I can’t remember where I found it, and to be honest, I’m not sure it was a legal file, so I’m not linking to it in this blog post.

Very Hungry Caterpillar Birthday Invitation

Very Hungry Caterpillar Birthday Cake

For Asher’s smash cake, I made a small round cake to make the caterpillar head. Then, I made cupcakes with green icing for the caterpillar body. I placed them on some sturdy cake boards in the shape of a caterpillar. The extra cupcakes were placed on a cupcake stand.

I love how these turned out!

Very Hungry Caterpillar Cake

Very Hungry Caterpillar Fruit Kabobs

These were so simple to do! Just place some green grapes on a skewer and top them with a strawberry. Easy-peasy! The kids at the party loved these.

Caterpillar Fruit Kabobs

Very Hungry Caterpillar Embroidered Shirt

I embroidered a Very Hungry Caterpillar Shirt for Asher to wear at his party. Want to order one? Visit my Etsy Shop!

Very Hungry Caterpillar Shirt

It was a great day to celebrate the blessing of Asher! His first year was rough, but we wouldn’t trade him for the world. Through him, God has taught us lots of new lessons about parenthood and ourselves. We love you Asher!

Asher's 1st Birthday

Failure to Thrive?

As I write this, I’m sitting at Panera immediately after Asher’s 9 Month well check. I’m trying to catch a few moments to myself and process after a few hard days emotionally. The latest wave to crash against me? Hearing the pediatrician mention the words “failure to thrive” in reference to Asher. I mean…have you seen this kid?

Is this the face of a child that is failing to thrive?

Asherbabyfood-HappyBrownHouse

Sure, he may be on the small end, but what those growth charts don’t tell you is that he’s been crawling and climbing for 3 months. He’s chasing an active big brother and would much rather play than snuggle up for an extended nursing session…unless it is nighttime and there’s nothing better to do. Those growth charts don’t tell you that he’s clapping, waving, and giving kisses. They don’t tell you that he’s been saying “Mama” and “Bubba” for 3 months. They don’t tell you that he’s recently picked up the words “Bye-Bye” and “Go-Go”. They aren’t able to tell you about the depths of his belly laughs and the shrieks of joy when he’s in the bathtub splashing.

Failure to thrive? Not the face I’m looking into.

Now, don’t misunderstand me…

I am concerned that he doesn’t have the rolls where he should. I am concerned that he’d rather play with his food than stick it in his mouth. I am concerned that he doesn’t have cheeks to pinch. I do recognize that his low weight could be an indicator to something medically wrong, but failure to thrive? Really?

I’m just not sure.

You see, I’ve seen the children that truly aren’t thriving. I’ve seen the empty eyes, the frailness, and the missed milestones. I’ve seen the orphan child that bangs her head against the crib rails or rocks back and forth to self-soothe when there isn’t someone to snuggle when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

Matter of fact,  I have a child that might be rocking in a crib halfway around the world this very second.

No. I just can’t accept the term “Failure to Thrive” in reference to Asher.

Low on growth charts? Yes.

Failure to thrive? No.

Not when there are 163 million orphans needing a forever family.

InstaFriday

Happy Friday!

I love slow, quiet mornings that involve my coffee and a cinnamon roll. They are my favorite. Using my Dean & Deluca coffee mug makes me think of the trip I took during college to visit my sister in NYC. I bought it the morning I stood outside The Today Show.

coffee and cinnamon roll
We’ve been practicing reading and writing three-letter words with Jonah. He’s working so hard! He wrote BED all by himself without my help. (I said the word first, and then he wrote the sounds that he heard.) He was so proud he wanted me to take a picture to show Daddy after work.

magnadoodle

Asher found the easel paper and started unrolling it toilet paper style. He then proceeded to eat the chalk that I had “hidden” from him. He is already so mischievous. He just looks at me and cackles when he knows he’s into something.

Easel Paper

Then he climbed in the fireplace…

Fireplace Baby

Every single time I put ferns on my front porch I end up in a fight with the birds about where they should and should not build their nest. This year, the bird won. I’m so intrigued with the difference in the eggs. One is speckled and the other is not. The speckled egg is also larger. The problem with bird nests in my ferns is that I don’t want my fern to die, so I water it. I am hoping the momma bird doesn’t abandon them due to my watering habit because then I’ll have to Google things.

bird nest

Linking up with Jeannett at Life Rearrangedlife rearranged

Jonah Says… {Mother’s Day Card Edition}

Jonah came home with a Mother’s Day card from church yesterday. Besides the expected fun answers like my age (1 years old) or my desired occupation when I grow up (Ballet Dancer), these sort of questionnaires can be so revealing. For example, Jonah’s answer to the second question “My favorite thing to do with my mom is….” brought tears to my eye and gave me the pat on the back that I need some days.

His answer: “work in my homeschool room”

mother's day questionaireYou’d better believe I’m framing it!

Wow. I knew that he liked learning and the things that I plan for our Mommy & Me time, but really? His favorite thing?!

I think the proof is in the pudding.

And I’m so glad…I think it is one of my greatest joys as a mother to teach my boys and watch them learn. Out of all the students I’ve had through the years, my boys are my favorite. While we’ve only been doing preschool things so far, we’ve seen a glimpse of the glorious life that homeschooling can be for our family and found that it works for us. Apparently, it’s working for Jonah, too. :)

I’m so glad I walked out of that classroom four years ago.

Jonah says…

“Asher, you’re my best friend.”

It’s happening. Slowly, but surely these boys are becoming brothers.

brothers in a tunnel Happy Brown HouseMelts. my. heart.