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.

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

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.

Jonah says…

“College cheese is on sale, Mom.” (AKA: Cottage Cheese)

“Look, Mom, it’s 11:25!” (Lucky guess. He adds “20” in front of all the numbers on a clock.)

clock“I’m on safari!”

Gosh, I love this silly boy!

InstaFriday: Six Months

Asher is 6 months old today. SIX whole months. Um, THAT is half a year. How is that even possible? I mean, on the one hand, it feels like he’s been around much longer than six months when I think about colic and sleepless nights that no amount of coffee can help. But then, on the other hand, I feel like I just blinked and here he is sitting up on his own.

He keeps me on my toes in ways that Jonah never did at this age. Which is probably why I’m having such a hard time squeaking out a blog post. Or cleaning. Or showering.

He’s wiggly–changing his diaper is like wrestling a greased pig at the fair.

And strong-willed–I think it’s safe to say I will be reading Dr. Dobson’s book sooner than later.

He’s “King of the Catnap” and my cuddle-bug.

I wouldn’t trade him for all the world.

He leaves me absolutely speechless some days. Like when I turned around and found him CLIMBING onto the bouncy seat just two days shy of 6 months.

Or when he CRAWLED to get the remote the second he saw Daddy put it on the floor….at one day shy of 6 months.

My life flashed before my eyes and I caught a glimpse of him standing on the roof with a cape one day….and I got a new gray hair just thinking about it.

And should you not believe me, here’s proof I’m going to lose my mind before Asher turns one.

 

Linking up with…life rearranged

A Reader is Born

We’ve been practicing three letter words (also known as word families) around our house for quite some time now. Honestly, Jonah just kinda started sounding them out one day…by himself. Ok, ok, so I’ve set him up for success with all of the fun things I do with him and I’ve been really strategic about things related to reading instruction. But still, the moment he started reading them on his own, I pulled out my phone and took a video. (Email subscribers, you might have to click through to see the video)

Forgive my video skills. I had Asher on one hip and forgot to turn my phone sideways to make it larger.

I love this kid, y’all. He is all kinds of awesome, but you already knew that if you’ve been around here long. Don’t you remember Leaf Family?

Also, in case you were wondering, the word family sorting activity is from the Circus Preschool Pack over at my friend Jolanthe’s blog, Homeschool Creations. It’s one of Jonah’s favorites to pull out and work on when he has a choice.

Yeah, that…

Asher on a very rough night

You know that feeling when you can’t get a baby to stop crying, no matter what you try…

Yeah, that.

Try feeling it for several months straight. It kinda stinks…in the worst way.

It wreaks havoc on your mommy self-esteem. Rips it to shreds and then stomps on it repeatedly. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, you start questioning your sanity. Wondering, “Am I really losing it or is that the colic, sleep-deprivation, haven’t-had-a-shower-in-two-days thing talking?” It’s a very fine line, my friend.

{Sigh}

It’s been a tough time at our house on the baby front. Sweet little brother, Asher, had colic. I think it’s gone, but I don’t want to jinx it. Colic is rough stuff. Currently, we’re dealing with an extreme aversion to sleep it seems. He fights it like I’ve never seen before. Then, out of the blue, he decides he really IS tired and screams at the top of his lungs because he’s over-tired. Really, over-tired might be an understatement…he’s downright exhausted by the end of the day because big brother, Jonah, can’t seem to leave him alone.

Jonah: “Mommy, Asher woke up.”

Mommy: “Yes, Jonah, babies wake up when you shake the bouncy seat and yell at them.”

I digress.

One would think that he’d be sleeping long periods of time at night since he’s overtired…one would be wrong. Dead wrong. I can’t seem to find the magic equation that results in sleep for him. I think he’s most comfortable on his tummy, but that is a recent hypothesis we’re still testing.

I used to be such a confident mom, but then Asher arrived and threw my parenting “theories” out the window…followed quickly by our household schedule and routine. It’s left me feeling like we’re in a tailspin and I just wish the captain of the plane would grab hold of the controls and land us already….Only we’re not on a plane, and I’m the adult that is fresh out of ideas on how to steady the horizon.

And so for now, I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, knowing that THIS IS A SEASON. A sleepless season. A season for staying in spit-up covered pajamas. A walk-the-floors-and-bounce-a-fussy-baby season. A season for being selfless for the one that is literally helpless without me. Then one day, I’ll wake up surprised and refreshed from a night of uninterrupted sleep. And it will feel oh so good!

In the meantime, I’ll embrace the moments that keep me going…

  •  Asher giggling in his sleep…when he finally sleeps
  • Jonah telling “brother secrets” to Asher during floor time

    Brother Secrets

  • Early morning “Daddy & Asher” time, so Mommy can get a little extra sleep before the next feeding
  • Phone calls from friends
  • Milestones met (even if they haven’t been blogged about yet!)
  • Scripture reading during nursing sessions…we’re both getting “fed”
  • Milk-drunk smiles
  • A hand that finds its way to the small of my back while I’m up nursing in the middle of the night
  • and so many more…

One day, not too far down the road I’ve been told, I’ll turn to my husband and say “You remember how it felt when they needed us?” Yeah, that…