Skip to main content

Stay Positive



The girls licked raw bacon off their hands today.  They were helping me cook, and after placing strips of bacon in the pan, they both immediately began licking their fingers.  Nobody is throwing up yet...except for me.  That was gross. 

Yesterday, I saved Carter from shoving a metal paintbrush tip into an electrical outlet.  

Two days ago they redecorated their room...aka, dumped everything they owned onto the floor.  

I guess we aren't completely out of the woods with those two after all.  

Focus on the positive.  

Baseball.  The kids all love baseball.  The boys love playing it and the girls love watching, or at least they love going and having access to the snack bag.  That may also be what motivates they boys, come to think of it.  Team snacks are insane.  

When I was growing up playing soccer, we ran for 45 min, took a 5min break to suck down a couple of orange slices, then ran around for another 45min.  We worked for those 5 Calories.  This baseball season a different parent is assigned snacks for each game.  We were signed up for game #2.  I put together homemade cookies, carrot sticks and a mandarin for each kid.  75% of it came home.  I understood why the next week, when my kids came home with a full sized Gatorade, a meat stick, cheese stick, fruit snacks, mandarin and a package of crackers.  They ran 40yards and consumed 2000 Calories.  At least I don't have to make dinner on game days.   

Little kid baseball is really a comedy.  A slow, painful, comedy.  Some teams know what they are doing.  We are not some teams.  The kids either watch the ball roll by and don't move from their position, or they come running from the opposite ends of the field and fight over it.  It's the best.  And our boys have no idea how terrible their team is.  When it's over, they smile from ear to ear and tell us what a good game it was.  I love it.  I love their naiveté and their enthusiasm. 

Next season, hopefully, they will learn what the objective of the game is.  The girls, hopefully, will have outgrown eating stale popcorn from under the bleachers.  And I will, hopefully, take my team snacks to the next level, but probably not.  

Let's stay focused on the positive: little kids in baseball uniforms are pretty much the cutest.  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Sheltering in Place

In the past three months Corona Virus has more or less turned the world on its head.  I feel almost guilty for not being more stressed or put out by the whole thing.  We have been extremely fortunate. What we thought was a most impractical move on our part, wound up being a huge blessing.  With our two boys and our two newborns, we moved out of our house with no yard in the city limits and into my parents' house in the country while waiting for our new house to be completed.  The weekend we moved "quarantine," "social distancing," and "shelter in place" became the new mantra of our state.   Moving in with my parents meant ten plus acres of play space and two extra able bodied adults to help even out the score with the four kids.  Win for the St. Clair's!  Unfortunately, my parents are beginning to realize they may have made an error in judgement.   Yesterday, Sawyer gave their cat swimming lessons.   Last week th...
1 comment
Read more

For the Love of Kids

I love the contrasting sides of our children.  It's one of my favorite things that I didn't know I was going to love.  I think it's fair to say that when we have kids, we all know we will love the squishy babies, hearing kids laugh, seeing holidays through their eyes, and dressing them in the cute little outfits (I'm told boys don't wear outfits , but it's my blog). I didn't know how much I'd love seeing my loud, dirt loving, gun fanatic, wrestling maniac five-year-old turn into the sweetest and most gentle big brother while holding his baby sister.  He sits and quietly tells her stories about his fishing and hunting conquests unaware of anyone else in the room, and my heart absolutely melts. Then we have my slightly crusty, flannel loving, mismatching three-year-old that will choose a princess dress from the costume closet because although he likes sand and rocks and sticks and filth, he also likes and appreciates things that are beautiful. I lov...
Post a Comment
Read more

Week in the Real World

Exhausted.  Mentally and emotionally drained.  And that's where I'm at, at the end of this week.  I'm almost embarrassed to admit it.  I've been defeated by a six-year-old and a three-year-old.  Plus a couple of babies.   This is Ross' first week back to school full-time after a wonderfully long summer and spring of being mostly at home.  We are grateful he has a job, but we are sad to see him go.  This is the first time since March that I have been running solo with all four kids all day everyday.  I was feeling pretty low by the end of this week, and then I had to give myself a reality check.  We have a friend who has been doing this for a whole year.  No nights off.  No weekends off.  Her husband has been deployed since last fall.  I have it pretty good.   But, lest you think better of me than you should, sit tight, and I'll give you a little glimpse into our week.   We don't do transitions...
Post a Comment
Read more