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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.  

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