April 13, 2015
Curse at whoever came up with the terribad idea of parallel parking. Repeatedly thank deities it wasn’t required on the driving exam or you wouldn’t be able to drive tiny peoples to T-ball practice.
Encourage tiny peeps to RUN RUN RUN across the field to join their team for practice. But not through the middle of the big kids game in progress… Continue reading →
March 24, 2015
On game day, the primary purpose of a T-ball coach is to consistently corral a baker’s dozen of athletes all aged 4 to 5. Thirteen small peeps, all dressed exactly the same, all in constant motion, while allegedly learning a mental game of skill.
Throw a pair of twins into the mix, and an already frazzled coach will immediately devolve into complete chaos. Continue reading →
March 17, 2015
While much of the country continues to defrost from Snowpocolpsye the Sequel, someone went ahead and turned on the summer here in Northern California. The mercury reached 87 (or rather the app on my iPhone told me that was how hot it was) as the boys suited up for another run around the diamond. Continue reading →
March 9, 2015
<Please read in your best Vin Scully voice.>
Thank you for joining us out here today. I know we’ve all been eagerly looking forward to Little League 2015 opening day! Continue reading →
August 24, 2012
If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant’s life, she will choose to save the infant’s life without even considering if there are men on base.
~Dave Barry (on the perils of motherhood.)
The muppets have been learning the concept of t-ball over the past several weeks. Or, more accurately, taking a primary-colored plastic bat larger than the small children wielding it, and gently tapping the foam ball from atop its primary-colored perch. Continue reading →
May 5, 2012
So the boys have Hand, Mouth and Foot Disease (HMFD). Yay.
(Not to be confused with hoof-and-mouth disease – which afflicts well, animals with hooves.) I have been assured that HMFD is a common childhood virus of the coxsackievirus genre (capable of taking out an entire preschool class in a single afternoon).
HMFD. Making cherubic toddlers look like acned teenagers.
Aside from a severely cranky night-owl creating an up-all-night Zombie Dad, by this afternoon both boys were showing signs of going stir crazy in quarantine. It was a gorgeous spring day. The whole family could probably use some fresh air. Continue reading →