The Good

As promised, the post to make up for all of my whining yesterday.

Bub had his first T-Ball game last weekend, and I cried. I wasn’t openly weeping, but , there were definitely tears. From these kids in their entirely-too-big uniforms, to the coaches who are just so nice and kind-hearted, there was an awful lot for this mama to love. It was also entirely hilarious as several kids flat out refused to play, a few ran the bases backwards, most of them ran to their team bench - rather than running home - and six kids converged on every single ball batted, so the game resembles miniature football more often than baseball.

I braided my girl’s hair. I repeat, there’s a braid in my baby’s hair.

I registered Bub for kindergarten and at the same time started to notice how independent he’s getting. He dresses himself, zippers, buttons, shoes, socks and all, buckles himself into his car seat, remembers his lunch on school days and reminds me if we don’t have a sweatshirt. He wants to hold his thister’s hand and teach her things. “Mama! I taught my thister to say YES!” In my mind he’s still the three year old who started preschool a year and a half ago, but he’s not that kid even a little bit.

The very best Easter candy ever is on the shelves and I have to stop myself from buying every single bag at Target.

Our vacation planning, which was very much stalled, is moving forward nicely. We’ve gotten to the point of narrowing down babysitting availability with my parents, so it’s getting real. I was overwhelmed with the idea of picking some place to go, and then actually planning a trip, but thanks to Jonna, Jess and Cherie, I think we might actually travel like grown ups this summer.

Your turn! Although I’m always open to  hearing more whining.