Friday, June 28, 2013


You've started your first organized, team sport Wil and you love it!
We signed you up for Blastball (think T-ball, but even LESS intense) with the De Forest Parks & Rec Program this summer. It's a five week session that meets on Thursday nights. We weren't sure how you'd take to baseball; you have a "T" at home, along with some balls and bats that you play with from time to time, but we weren't sure if you'd be interested in "playing".
Would you listen to your coach?
Would you tackle your teammates when chasing after the ball?
Would you take turns?
Would you pay attention or sit down and play with grass or (God forbid) pick your nose?
Would you be focused long enough to practice and then 'play a game'?
Those were the things I was worried about! But, I must admit, I was shocked with how well you've done and are continuing to do each and every week. Now, let me be truthful... You don't always listen to your coach (who you call your teacher) and just last night you got head-butted by a bigger teammate as you chased after the ball and you need reminders to let others have a turn and you DO pick the grass and your nose, and you get "bored" way too soon, but you are only 3 (after all) and every other kid does these things too.
Here are some fun pictures from your first week!
Daddy was a huge help! There's only 6 kids on your team, but there are generally 6 Daddies out in the field helping the "Daddy Volunteer Coach" as well. Three year olds are tricky!

 Blastball involves hitting the ball off of the "T"...

 and then running to ONE base before the other team 'catches' the ball and hollers "BLASTBALL"!
Totally pumped and proud!
He actually likes it when we cheer for him!
Here's your team in the "outfield"...
 all lined up behind the "rope" ready to run after the ball once it's hit. This part is tricky for you because your coach encourages everyone to take turns catching the ball and yelling "BLASTBALL". You're quite competitive, we've learned, but in a really positive, I just really want to play, sort of way.
 No need to box out, son.
 Also... I was surprised with how small you are compared to the other kids on your team!
 Your Dad's been trying to teach you what it means to be a "good sport". Here you're waiting to bat and cheering on a friend. So cute!
Great work, Buddy!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Nap Time

Wil has been refusing to nap in his old age. It's a rough time of day for this Mama who'd really like a good hour or so of peace. I do, however, attempt to get both boys down for a nap at the same time each and every day. Most days result in absolutely no success.

On the following day, I suggested that Wil watch a movie in my room while Jayce went to bed in his crib. They share a room, but will be separated this fall for matters such as these, but I digress. So, I snuggled Jayce up and turned on Cars (my built-in babysitter) and headed downstairs to eat for the first time that day.

As I sat down to watch my DVR'd Real Housewives of New Jersey, I heard it. The dreaded shrieks of joy from Jayce and silence from Wil. I knew what I'd find...

Wil is under there (not like you can't tell).
He's totally trying to get his brother busted first.

Wil is telling me "he's tired" and that I'm "bothering" him and Naycer.
Jayce would like me to join them. Totally oblivious to that fact that I'm mad.

So, this is naptime.
Followed by some lessons in jumping, because I can't stay mad at them for too long.