A Little of This, and a Little of That

Life is keeping us running lately. Little league has started and we'll be living at the ballpark now (like we weren't there constantly before now). Just a little update on everyone...

Treyson set a goal at the first of the year to hit a home run this year. Well, yesterday Nate took the kids to the fields for some practice hitting. Trey must have found the sweet spot because he hit not one, not two or three, but four home runs! He was pretty ecstatic (so were his parents)! Now he just wants to get one over in a game, when it really counts. He had his first piano recital and did awesome!

Tan-Man is loving playing baseball on a traveling team, just like his older brother. In his last tournament they even won a game (that's a big deal for these little beginners)! He's also playing soccer and has scored eight goals in his first three games.

Quincy just keeps us going with all of her silliness. She went with the boys to the ballpark yesterday and loved being able to pitch and hit, just like them. She made her dad proud that night when she did a practice swing and asked him if she was dropping her shoulder in her swing. I guess she's heard a little baseball talk. She loves going to preschool and to ballet. I love my little princess. We're just never sure what's going to come out of her mouth.

Max is growing up on us! He's now seventeen months and almost legal for nursery. He doesn't talk, but who needs to with all of the chatter we get out of Q (she seriously does not stop)? He just points and grunts, and either gets happy if we guess right, or shakes his head no until we do. He's a busy little boy and is totally getting into climbing on everything. He totally completes our family.

Life is crazy, but life is good.

Happy 40th!

They went from this:

To this:

Forty years later, there are now four children, two son-in-laws, two daughter-in-laws, 12 grandchildren, and lots and lots of memories. Congratulations Mom and Dad on 40 years together. I love you and am so grateful for the example of marriage you set for me.

Toothpicks Are For Teeth, Not Toes

Last week, while I was at a PTA meeting, I got a call from Treyson telling me that Tanner had stepped on a toothpick and he was screaming like crazy. Me, being the wonderfully compassionate mom that I am, told Treyson to get a wet washcloth, pull the toothpick out, and then cover his foot with the washcloth (I didn't want blood on the carpet of course). I then went back into my meeting thinking that the problem was solved. A few minutes later, Treyson called back and says, "Mom, it's a little more serious than you think. Plus, I learned in school to never pull a puncture wound object out." So, I went back into the meeting, excused myself, and went home to do the deed myself. Needless to say, it was more serious than I had imagined, and there was no way I was going to yank it out myself. The toothpick was sticking out of the ball of Tanner's foot, right by his toes, and parallel with his foot. Totally gross. Luckily the doctor's office wasn't quite closed up for the day, and I was able to rush him out there. The doctor gave Tanner four shots in the bottom of his foot to get him good and numb. As Tanner squeezed all life from my fingers as he was getting the shots, I felt a little guilty about the harm I had done to Nate during my four labors. That's another story though. Anyways, the doctor was able to smoothly pull the toothpick out. It was in there about an inch. Ouch. Once it was out, Tanner was a new man and pretty pumped for the good show-and-tell he would have for the next day. It's healed well and Tanner's running around like nothing happened. Now I just have to do a better job at keeping my carpets "toothpick free."