Thursday, May 29, 2014


My kids have had a great time playing t-ball and I would bet money that they'll want to play again next year.

That being said.....................


Oh T-ball.

Why couldn't you have been as fun as you sounded?

I'll start in March. I had tickets to go to a women's convention, so Rob had the Rylan one Saturday morning. I had seen signs around town for T-ball sign ups and asked Rob if he would take the boys to sign up. Sure. He says. No problem. He says.

If it had only been no problem.

Rob and I both grew up in Mtn. Home. So, we both grew up in the same baseball/softball/tball league. In our day, we played t-ball well into elementary school. I know for a fact I played t-ball the summer after my second grade year, so age 8. He goes to sign Rylan up and is told that t-ball is only for 3 and 4 year olds. And its not really t-ball. Its coach pitch. And if they miss 3 coach pitched balls, they get one try off the tee.  5 year olds, like our little tyke, play MACHINE PITCH. And Rylan needs to TRY OUT. At this point, we should have made the executive decision to run like the unknowing parents that we are and never step foot on a baseball field in Saline County again.

Except we didn't.

Via text, Rob and I decide to go ahead and sign Max up for "t-ball" since OMG Rylan's already behind, we can't be THOSE parents that have two sons that are behind. And we also sign Rylan up and Rob takes both kids to a tryout. Rylan has never stepped foot on a baseball field. He had never held a glove. Things went, well like you'd expect them to go. He gets put on a team and we go to the first practice and we feel.......totally out of our element. Everyone knows each other because THEY HAVE ALREADY PLAYED "T-BALL" FOR 2 YEARS FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY!!!!! Our poor kid doesn't even know what a base is or what hand to throw with and they are fielding him balls and telling him "throw it to first."

Max's situation was better. New team. All little kids. Ready to have fun. I mean, by fun, I mean "fun" because ten 3-4 year old throwing balls and waving bats is crazy. We did 2-3 practices per team and were still feeling......uneasy.

We heard that Sardis, the small town where the kids go to school and we go to church, had baseball as well. In fact, the field is next to our church. We heard that 5 year olds get to play Coach Pitch, or "t-ball" in Sardis. And, since its 3-5 the kids could be on the same team. I call and am told they can both play in Sardis but that, since we are late coming, the boys couldn't be on the same team or whatever team they were on would have way too many players. After much deliberation, we decided to leave our town and join Sardis.

Rylan became a Sardis Rascal, Max became a Sardis Bulldog. And they both ended up playing left field, same position. Same attention span.

Its been crazy.

I'll start with the "holy moly, what were we thinking?"

There has been four times that the kids have played each other. We don't know who is playing, who is batting, where to stand, who to cheer for or what to do with our hands.

Max's coach's are entirely too serious about the game and often forget they are 3-5 year olds, not Babe Ruths. There has been too much yelling and stomping and just plain immature behavior. By the coaches, not children. I wish we could have had both boys on Rylan's team.

We've had to call DHS about a mother.

We've worked a collective 10 hours in the concession stands pushing a button to get cheese and chili out of machines.

Max has made approximately 75 dirt angels on the field.

Max has done approximately 75 yoga poses in the field.

Max has gotten in trouble for digging in his pants during a game.

Max has pulled his pants down and peed on the field during practice.

Rylan doesn't understand cheering and so if someone yells "go Rylan" he gets ticked and yells back "I AM!!!!"

We've eaten more corndogs, hot dogs, cheese fries and snow cones than should be legal at this point.

Rylan is always at school on game days and a lot of the time so is Max. Their school is next to the ball park, but 20 minutes from home. So, on game days, I bring dinner to their school, pick them up, they eat in the car on the tiny drive to the ball park. Then they change clothes in the car and we go straight to playing two games. Rob and I have taken to eating whatever I bring in the stands. Taco salad in Tupperware? Sure, don't stare at me!!!! I'm sick of cheese pumped out of a machine.

Now for the positives:
Its been wonderful to see Rylan blossom the way he has. He has a very positive coach and a very understanding coach that has taken time to help Rylan understand the game. He hit a ball during a game and made a run and it was instantaneous how quickly he started loving the game.

When Max chooses to pay attention to the game, he rocks that shit out! He's a natural and, if he chooses to play, and we NEVER have to be on the same team again, I think he will play the crap out of baseball. He has hit the ball off a coach pitch several times. He just gets a little lost when running bases, and gets super sidetracked in the field.

Rob and I have seriously been homebodies in our marriage. We like coming home and doing nothing. But, things needed to change. In my previous post, I mentioned that we are in uncharted territory and this was part of it. I am not sporty, I have not ever dealt with "sports parents" or the feeling of defeat when something doesn't work out the way you thought it would as a mother quite like tball. There was one practice where Max's coaches were so negative, so degrading and kept them at a really hot practice for so long that I cried the whole way home to my Mommy on the phone. Rob and I have really learned from these experiences. A lot about working through hard times TOGETHER, not quitting when the going gets tough, and most of all, sticking up for our kids and being their advocate. That is why this went in the positive list.

We have two games left. I hope they are good ones. I feel I've grown as a sports mom. At the beginning of the season, I kid you not, when my kids were up to bat, I stood up and when/if they hit the ball, I'd run in place trying to get them to first base faster. It was ridicudonkulous. I have calmed down. I sit at the top of the stands, where it would be unsafe to run and I have used the coach's negtivity to realize how positive I need to be. So what if Max poured half of the dirt from the field into his shirt? Did he have fun?

Because that is what is most important.
Dear coaches: smile once in a while. There's a ton of cute kids in front of you!!!!!

First practice. Before he peed on the field.

First game. Against each other. 
Rylan batting
 Rylan's coach took their team to a professional baseball game at Travelers Stadium. That was really awesome.

 This is what I love to see. The coach cheering my kid on, my cute kid doing what he's told all is well.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Life as we know it

A post about where Rob and Sara Plus 1 Plus 1 More have been/are going. I haven't posted in a month. Oopsie whoopsie. 

I think part of my problem with my lack of blogging is that I built this blog because I had a little baby and I needed an outlet to talk about him endlessly. It is no secret (you can look at old blogposts for proof) I was head over heals in mad love with Rylan. Then we got pregnant and joined playgroups and there was all that to blog about. When I had Max, I slacked a little and its just been a progressive decline since. I am still in mad love with my kids, they hung the moon in my opinion. But, times are so different now. There is facebook and instagram and all that jazz and I get soooooo lazy about downloading pics to the computer, uploading them to blogger and writing a post. I'm serious, ever since I got an I-phone, and BIG TIME since instagram came into my life I have gotten lazier and lazier and lazier with the blogging.

We've also entered into a part of our life that is new for me and I have no other way to explain it except that I feel like I'm over the "baby" stuff and I am feeling a little lost at the moment. For five years my life, brain, job, lack of job, EVERYTHING, has been about my kids. And by kids i mean baby kids. And really, a lot of it was spent simply surviving. I went from being on bedrest for two months with Rylan, to having a scarily emergent c-section, to him being hospitalized at 8 weeks old, to him having a crazy first year full of little illnesses (all the dang time), to getting pregnant by surprise and having a really hard second pregancy (oi! the pain!) and then having a 22 month old and a newborn. Max brought the same constant illness that Rylan did, and asthma, ear infections, and crazy infections (salmonella? Conjuctivitis? Herpangina? Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever? anyone? anyone?) ruled our lives. I'm not trying to say we didn't have fun and life has been awful. Its been fabulous and I'm blessed. But, life, in general has provided A LOT of blog feed back then. I have identified myself as a kid mom whose whole life was keeping up with babies. How to keep a 2 year old busy so you can breastfeed? Done. Blogged it. How to feed a toddler vegetables and they don't know? Boom! Nailed it.

Now I'm here, staring at my 5 year old holding a cell phone and my 3 year old wearing a smart polo style shirt and carpenter shorts and telling me "a bull is like a horse and a cow but different cause its a bull, just sayin" and they seem SO. FREAKIN. OLD. What we are going through right now, I wasn't prepared for. I'll take it, over them being sick, and I am lovin the little men they are becoming, but its unchartered territory for me. Rylan has had some trouble with saying wordy derds at school and fibbing and more that I don't even care to talk about because I've talked it into the ground with family and coworkers.It feels like stuff I shouldn't have to worry about for five more years because I AM A BABY MOM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. But, he's not a baby anymore and Max won't listen when I tell him to stop growing either.   I've given deep consideration to going back to work more. I've given consideration to staying home all the time just for this last little bit. Some days I want to savor their babyness that I have left and love on them constantly and some days I feel like we look ridiculous not going to school and work. Basically, what I'm trying to say, is that I have no idea what I am doing and I kind of feel bat shit crazy at the mo.

And wondering about your place in the world makes for hard times blogging. Because I have 1800 thoughts going on in my brain and none of them seem blog worthy. So, I just haven't.

The crazy thing is: I love blogging. I find it cathartic. When my kids were sick all the time, blogging kept me sane. I had a voice that needed to talk and blogging let me do that. I love other women's blogs. I love the funny ones, the weight loss ones, the money saving ones. And my dream is to do that. Seriously. To do just that. Except I don't. I have follow through issues.

My blog started as a way of showing our babies to family that we don't see much. Its harder to do that with a 5 and 3 year old than it was with babies. They don't stay still for pics. They go to school more often than they used to. I've ventured into blogging about my weight loss, thrifting, other stuff. I feel like if I'm going to keep this blog up, that's where it should go. I apologize to family that just want to look at my cute kids and be updated on their lives. Not saying that's not going to happen, you're just going to get other stuff thrown in. I have been given many compliments on my writing and I truly appreciate them. In order to continue, there might need to be less kids and more other stuff. These boys arent going to love mom writing about their rvery move forever. maybe every other move for now. My hope is to do that without sounding like a selfish, self absorbed pain in the ass that only wants to talk about herself. The blogosphere has enough of that. 

Since I haven't blogged since Easter (and let's be honest, the "Easter" post was two weeks late), I'll play catch up. Which basically negates me saying I might talk less about my kids and tht they don't smile for pics anymore. 

T-ball has been ruling our lives lately. I'll do a whole post on this. The very cuteness of these two in their uniforms negates all the bad that crazy schedules and even crazier parents have gotten us.
Max has a hard time going to bed. We never know what we'll find in the hallway when we go to bed. We don't care, as long as he's sleeping.
We are gardening again. This time is at our church's community garden. I've grown 18 broccoli plants. I fear I'll kill everything but for now we've delighted in many meals of roasted broccoli.
Max seriously has trouble sleeping in his bed.
We went strawberry picking. I tried to make freezer jam but it didn't "jam" but its a delicious sauce.

Aunt Tammy came and we took her to the zoo. They love our weekends with Tammy.

These two girls are two of my best friends in the world. Debbie is on my left and she and I roomed together for five years of college. Like, so long our mail started coming with our names hyphenated. Love her. On my right is Amanda. She and I met in chemistry my freshman year at UCA. It's funny that I made a lifetime friend in chemistry class, because I hated that class with the flames of a thousand suns. We bonded over the Bunson burners, I spose. I might be slightly shorter and brunette. When a friend met my friends he said "Sara, where'd you find friends? A Swedish girls basketball team?" Debbie and I see each other all the time and our husbands are brothers from a other mother, but Amanda lives in Dallas now and it had been a sweet forever since I'd seen her last. 
Somehow we ended up at the Electric Cowboy. This was a place where I acted like a drunk hooligan way back when. I hadn't been in at least 9 years. This time I rolled up in my minivan, ordered water, danced o e dance and called it a night. Times have changed.
We met my friend Melissa there. She didn't act like a drunk hooligan back in te day so she wanted to get the full Cowboy feel all in one night, which included riding the mechanical bull.
Playing in the rain
Harper turned 5! And had a swimming party.
They might be old and huge but I'm still shoving them in the double stroller.