Baseball season is in high gear – B is playing on two teams, which is the result of two seasons, spring and summer, overlapping. Very different teams and coaching, to boot. He seems okay with the running around and the transitions. The hardest part is making sure the correct pants and practice or game jersey is clean. There are worse things.
We’ve had a wonderful visit from Grandaddy and Nini, and they are planning a return next month, to which we’re looking forward. There were too many “thankful for Grandaddy and Nini” nights to count – before they got here, while they were here, and after they left. I do remember one night, though, when B said “I’m thankful for all the things Grandaddy is building, and for Nini for being awesome.” He saw the look on my face and quickly added, “Not that Grandaddy isn’t awesome. He’s awesome, too!”
We also had a fantastic “crew” weekend of just the boys and moms, or at least some of them, at the beach, thanks to one set of grandparents who own a beautiful beach house. Best Mother’s Day ever. Precious people, precious time. 10 boys getting along beautifully. Even 2 Mother’s Day serenades (sweet, yes; also quirky, but that’s our boys). B and I were thankful for the trip and the people for days on end, and I found myself just yesterday telling B, a little tearfully, that I was thankful that he gave me new friends I didn’t know I needed.
Tonight we studied for a math test, and, for once, it wasn’t all that hard to decipher what was being taught (thank heavens for the internet and smart people who like to talk about math). B picked it up easily once we did a little of it together. This left time to cut up, resulting in tickling, pinching, and wrestling, and he sorta fell off a chair at one point (I barely tapped him!) When we lit the chalice tonight, he said he was thankful for me for explaining math to him. I said I was thankful for how much we laugh, which can even make math fun. He was clearly not ready to settle down, and he started doing a sound-switch technique he borrowed from his friend O, which involves swapping the first sound in two words or two syllables, so that “math test” becomes “tath mest”. Once he started, I couldn’t shut him off, so I eventually kissed him loudly on the forehead and shouted goodnight over his verbal antics and laughter, and he continued until I couldn’t hear him anymore.
It is a blessing to have a happy child.