Almost......

It smells like summer vacation.  Except for the fact that Patrick was dressed for February this morning, complete with a beanie and gloves!  Last week we completed our final Kindergarten homework.  I think I'm going to miss Kindergarten. 

Between now and the end there is a lot to do, including a full week of festivities for the last week of school.  And Patrick is anxiously awaiting his final book order for the year.  We have a lots of reading planned for this summer. 

We're still outnumbered....

5-2 if you count the dogs.  But hey, Girl Power is immeasurable right? haha.right.

All of your hoping and praying worked! This Baby Calli is a girl.

A girl baby in our boy house!  Wow.  I'm thinking it will really sink in when we start swapping out all of the boy paraphernalia.  Or when she gets here.....

No name yet.  We might not decide until she makes her debut.  But try on Lindsay Jr. for a week or so.

 

Just like the Bad News Bears

Except without Tatum O'Neal.  And with a lot more dirt.

Our boys are at the tail end of their first foray into organized sports: T-Ball.  So much about this experience is frustrating funny.  Let's put it this way, the team is made up of a bunch of 5-6 year old boys and Keith.  Some of the older boys have less self control than Keith.  And Kevin and I comprise 2/3 of the sucker coaching team.  The pictures.... they paint at least part of the picture.

LET'S GO PIRATES!!!!

 Warming up with Coach Kevin

What are you going to do?

We can't possibly pay attention 100% of the time.

But when we do..... stand by.

And then there's crowd control

First of all, every boy on the team went for the ball (this was one of the only times that happened this game.  progress!).  Second, one of the boys who may or may not be in this picture has a tendency to tackle and... lay on the other boys (and I swear when he does it next week and Kevin's not there, I'm putting him in time out.  And the boy who throws his mitt at his mother at least once per game is going to get a mama lou talking to).  Third, look at Keith in the next picture.  Getting ready to lay out on the dirt, bringing the drama.

And we hit.

And some of us can actually pay attention long enough to run the bases.

They are having a great time playing and that is worth the ticket price.  Every night Keith asks if it is T-Ball night.  Patrick is just enjoying himself.  And the entire viewing audience is cracking up at something Keith does every game.  Everyone is a winner.

Mother's Day was great.....

So great, I puked.  I don't know why, latent morning sickness?  too many raw veggies? bad (3-week) headache?  dunno.

I yelled for Kevin to come feel sorry for me.  I got Keith.

"You sick Momma?  Just spit like this."  Then he rubbed my back for awhile.  "You all done frowing up?"

Just get your dad.  Next I got Patrick.

"What's the problem here?" he demanded with his hands on his hip, peering down the toilet.

Just. Go. Get. Dad.

Finally, I got Kevin, who put me to bed.  After a rest and a 4-hour nap I rallied for a dinner of Thai food (my request) and a dessert of heartburn.  Good times. 

Happy belated Mother's Day.