Humor Me

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We planned to go to Big Meadow yesterday, but it occurred to me last minute that the trip might be really miserable, because Mabel is a car cry-er.  So we stuck closer to home and went to Caledon instead.  It was hot and muggy, and the insects were biting, but it was still really good to get away for a few hours.  I asked the kids to pose for two group photos, one of them a sort of replica of my favorite photo of all of them when Job was a baby.  There was a lot of moaning and groaning over that, but I begged them just to humor me.  By the time I even got everyone in one place, half of them were wet and dirty.  Most of them were not in the mood for photos (is anyone ever in the mood to pose for a group photo?)  And Job didn’t understand why everyone was telling him to put his hands in the air, which was kind of hilarious.  I’m happy to have all eight of them in one photo.

old group photo

 

The Best

September is fast approaching, and I am starting to feel a little panicky over what our schedule is going to look like.  As far as sports go, Keats and Gabe are still playing travel baseball, Larkspur is joining our county junior golf team, Seth will start Brazilian jiu-jitsu with Jonny, and Beatrix is playing softball.

If you asked Beatrix how she feels about playing softball for the first time, she would probably say something wacky like, “I am puuuumped UP!” while punching the air and bouncing.  Despite being veteran baseball parents, we showed up to her first practice completely unprepared.  No face mask, no cleats, but a whole lot of enthusiasm on Bea’s part.  Even though she wasn’t able to catch very well, the coaches asked us, “Does she have siblings that play?”  As they had quickly observed that she has no fear of the ball.  When it was time for batting practice, each child was told they would get five pitches, and could run on their last hit.  It wasn’t an actual game of any sort, just hitting and running the bases for fun.  But, Bea was serious.  Once on first base she started getting a lead on second just like she’s been watching her brothers do for years.  Then she ran in this funny sideways fashion the whole way to second.  The very best was when she intentionally slid into home.  The adults gasped, asking, “Are you okay?”  She got up laughing, “What do you mean, am I okay?”  before walking, with her head held high, back to the dugout.  Keats and Gabe were in the batting cages at the time and missed this.  When I told them the story later they immediately asked if I got a picture.  When I told them that I didn’t there was a collective groan.  I suspect there will be future opportunities.

Later, discussing hitting, Beatrix informed us that she was going to be hitting dingers.  Jonny suggested that a more realistic goal would be to hit the ball out of the infield.  Her reply was, “Oh, no.  My goal is to hit an out of the park home run.”  I suspect that watching Beatrix play softball is going to be one of the best parts of our fall.

p.s.  We found that sectional sofa on Craigslist and picked it up over the weekend.  We’ve been searching for an affordable used couch big enough for everyone, but not too big for our living room for months.  We’ve just had a small Ikea loveseat for the past year or so.  It’s good to all be able to sit in the same room together now!

p.p.s.  I made rosemary-mint goat milk soap.  It smells soooo good!  I hate having to wait so long for it to cure.