Friday, April 24, 2015

I Couldn't Live Without... MerDer

So, this little link-up of Katie and Lindsay's (which I am a day late to join) is going to be the last place I even mention this.

I believe we all know from my mourning at the end of Friday Night Lights and One Tree Hill (I'm not even linking the posts; they're pathetic; I'm so sappy and attached) that I get a little emotionally involved with the characters in my "stories."

*If you haven't watched the April 23rd episode of Grey's yet, no huge plot reveals are coming, but some spoilers ahead.*

When it comes to shows that I'm not binge-watching on Netflix, I've given them a pretty significant chunk of my life. Meredith and I have been friends since college. I can remember accidentally catching an episode during second season and hurriedly finding a season one DVD to borrow so I could catch up (we didn't have DVR, Hulu, or any of these new-fangled contraptions back then). She and Derek have been up and down. They were finally in a good place. It looked like Shonda was going to let us have a happy ending. Then in true Shonda fashion, she didn't.

Poor Meredith can't catch a break.

So while I can't live without MerDer, I'm pretty grateful I don't live in a world created by screenwriting and television. I get to live in my little house with my real family and navigate life's challenges with a Big God at the helm. Even if I do let myself get caught up in some fiction every now and again.

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(Maybe I get more caught up than I'm willing to admit. Oops! Haha!)


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Thursday, April 23, 2015

Adventuring

Sometimes we just pick up and go on a little adventure. It's good for us to get away, be together, and do something new. (Or, in the case of Amy's Ice Creams, do something we love. More on that later.)

Saturday, we did just that. It had been an incredibly long week--and it was time for an adventure. We jumped in the truck with pretty much zero plans. We decided along the way that we'd go check out the Austin Aquarium.

It was an aquarium as aquariums go.

We fed stingrays. We read names of fish. We looked for hiding life in the aquariums and terrariums. We had fun. We traumatized our child. What? Yeah. 

Feeding

Shark

As we were walking through the aquarium, the boy is a little leery of touching the stingrays, so we are all patient, he builds up the courage to feed and touch them. He's much more confident when we get to an aquarium he can walk under and sit in a little space with fish swimming all around him. Then we see a hurricane simulator. I know what you're thinking, "Why would you take a four year-old in a hurricane simulator?"

Why not?

"Stand in there," we said. He walked in. I walked in. Mr. Gray inserted my last two dollars.

The wind started to blow. Mr. Gray took his cap off. I clutched my purse and looked down to keep my hair from hitting me in the face. The boy didn't like it. Not one bit. He whined a little. I died laughing. The wind stopped. I was still laughing. He stormed out in front of us both.

Hurricane Simulator

"Why'd we go in there?" he demanded. Why not? 

I'm pretty sure my hair is still matted together in places. I'm not sure what's going to happen when the wind blows again in real life.

He wasn't too upset for ice cream, though. (Is there such a thing? Especially for Amy's.) He even waited in line on his own and ordered all by himself. I love how independent he is. He loves to order and ask for things without help.

Ice Cream

Makes us proud!


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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

How to Survive a Dugout Full of T-Ballers

I'm pretty sure you can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can't actually take the teacher out of her. Classroom management was my thing. Apparently it still is.

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Our first t-ball game was a little chaotic. The dugout was crazy; no one had a helmet when they needed it; we couldn't quickly match kids with their corresponding caps and gloves. It was not my style at all.

I remembered going to my nephews' games and there being a lot more organization. The kids were sitting in their batting order. Everything had a place. I remembered cubbies above their bench (I can neither confirm or deny whether or not this is actually a reality.)

So I made a plan and a trip to Hobby Lobby. I went in looking for hooks I could write their names on and hang on the fence. Then their cap would go on the hook and their gloves, water, and other paraphernalia would go under their seat on the bench. No such luck.

Instead, I found little chalkboards attached to clothespins. They would have to do.

Chalk Tags for Dugout

I wrote everyone's name on their pin. When we make the line ups for the game, I put everyone's pin behind the bench in order. The kiddos come in, sit down, get a water (I keep a Sharpie in my pocket to put names on waters). Gloves and caps go under the bench (some have started getting creative and hanging their cap on their pin). They sit in their order before and after their at-bat. When it's time to take the field, all their stuff is right underneath them.

Dugout

It took a few games, but we have it down now!

Pitcher

(You know, just because he's cute.)



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