Last night was the boys’ first t-ball game, and holy hell, it was adorable. They had such a great time. It was so nice to see them having fun and NOT whining or fighting over anything. It was just pure joy. Well, until the end of the game, when they were handing out little bags of cookies and Linus lost his. But those were the only tears of the evening, so I call that a win! So, the game. I took a lot of pictures. Can you blame me? When we got there, the coach handed out shirts and hats. I’d bought the pants the night before. If you think this is cute, it’s nothing compared how adorable it was with their shirts tucked in. Oof.

(For the record, and so I don’t forget, Miles is #3, Oliver is #9, and Linus is #7.)

They had a short practice before the game, and then they named the team. The boys had some ideas of their own, including “Smooth Fire” and “Thunder”, but in the end, the team got named the Sharks. They were playing against another team wearing blue, but it was more of a royal blue. Kind of confusing.

Then the game began! For t-ball, each inning consisted of a run through the batting line-up. And there were two innings. (Hee!) So each kid got to bat twice. There are no outs, and as far as I could tell, the score wasn’t tracked. (Of course, the boys told me at the end that their team had won. Uh-huh.) Now for the pictures…
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The boys had their first t-ball practice last night. The whole thing was disgustingly adorable. Not just my own boys, but the other kids. The boy who skipped first base entirely and ran straight to second. The tiny one who hit them out of the (admittedly small) park and caught a line drive. I gotta remember his name for when he’s famous one day.

Tonight’s the first game, so expect a much longer, more detailed post tomorrow with tons of pictures. They’re going to be wearing baseball pants. I may faint from all the cute.

Last night, I took the boys to see Disney on Ice presents Rockin’ Ever After. {Disclaimer: I was given the tickets for free, but all opinions are my own.} I wasn’t sure how they’d feel about it, since they’d only seen one of the four movies represented in the show.

First up was the Little Mermaid. Even though I haven’t seen the movie in at least twenty years, as soon as Ariel gets her voice back (spoiler alert!) and starts the “ah-ah-ah..” song, one can’t help but pretend one is also a former mermaid. The boys enjoyed the dancing crab (Sebastian) and the fish (Flounder) in that sequence.

Next up was Tangled, which they may have seen, because they recognized the girl as Rapunzel. I’m not going to lie, I watched that one by myself not too long ago. The boys liked that the guy in that kept getting knocked out with a frying pan. Hope that doesn’t give them any ideas… There was also a skating horse that Miles thought looked real. The lantern scene was very cool, too.

We got a short intermission after that, and I promised the boys some more vastly overpriced cotton candy. Well, it came with a Flounder hat, at least.

They would not stay still for a photo.

Next up was Brave! As you can see, I dressed the boys in their Brave t-shirts featuring the triplets, so I was happy the little guys were in that segment a lot. (But no bear part! I was kind of surprised they cut that out. Maybe to avoid spoiling the movie? Oops, guess I should have put SPOILER ALERT before this paragraph.)

Wrapping up the show was my favorite segment, Beauty and the Beast. I forgot how much I loved that movie when I was younger. I must have watched it a thousand times while babysitting my neighbor’s kids when I was a teenager. This show really made me want to watch it again.

The best part, of course, is the Be Our Guest song. I really would like one of the dresses that the “plates” wear.

The boys were a little freaked out by the fire on stage, but I thought it was cool. (This is when the townsfolk are going after The Beast.)

My only complaint about that segment is that the post-Beast Prince (or whatever he is) was not terribly handsome. Kinda wimpy, actually. I’d take Gaston over him any day.

And that was it! The production values were very good, and I love watching ice skaters. The highest praise I can give the show is that the boys sat through it and were engrossed the entire time. Go and see it if you can! It’s playing through Sunday, May 5. Showtimes can be found here.

My devious plan was to recruit Oliver to help me cook dinner, in the hopes that he’d eat better. It seemed to work, as he gobbled up his scrambled eggs that night.

Whisk like the wind, boy!

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Linus’s class (pictured here) and Miles’s class went on a field trip to the New Orleans Museum of Art today. I chaperoned. When I came back to work, my coworkers all wanted to know how my bus ride with forty-five-year-olds went. Har dee har har.

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That’s the ratio of boys: girls we had at a friend’s house the other night. And that’s a set of triplets, a set of twins, and three singletons.

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It’s just too perfect, am I right?

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Today was the boys’ first free dress day ever. They got to pick out their shirts – Miles and Linus wore Mario shirts, and Oliver wore a Transformers one. As you can see, they were pretty excited about it. Well, Miles and Oliver anyway.

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The other day, Miles was begging me to take him to the park after school to play baseball. Why the sudden obsession with playing baseball? Well, because they’ve been playing Mario Super Sluggers on the Wii. So I dug out the gloves my mom gave them last spring, and found a ball and bat that my uncle (who is determined to get one of his great-nephews into the big leagues) passed along after his son grew up.

I don’t think they quite get it yet. I mean, if you learn the rules of baseball from a Mario game, you are expecting Donkey Kong and little mushrooms to play alongside you. But they had fun. And most excitingly, it prompted me to look up tee ball leagues in our area, and I found one that starts in a few weeks not too far from our house. I may pass out when I see them in their little “uniforms”. It might be too much cuteness to handle. We’ll see. I should probably get them some shirts with their names on them for their teammates and coaches. Hmm.

(And I picked up my camera again for the first time in weeks!)

Sad things. Spent the weekend at the memorial of a high school friend, who died the morning of my surgery. He had lung cancer, was diagnosed a year ago. Died at 38. And I can’t claim that I was good friends with him, though we were slightly more than acquaintances. But he was very close to Ren, and when a good friend loses someone so close to her, you support her. So along with some other friends, we drove several hours to North Louisiana and celebrated the life of Jay.

The memorial service was appropriately full of tears and laughter, and later, the memorial hoedown (yes, you read that right) resulted in a sore throat for me from all the karaoke-ing I was doing. As Jay would have wanted.

Because we went to high school with Jay, this was kind of a mini-reunion. My roommate Betsy, from senior year, flew in from L.A. for it. I’ll see her again next month for our (gulp) 20th reunion.

And then yesterday. The Boston thing. I felt a kind of (self-absorbed) personal affront to the whole thing. Because I ran two marathons a decade ago? (This one was eleven years and two days ago, to be precise. And yes, that is a fanny pack.)

Because, even though I’m slow, I consider myself a runner? I have had friends and family support me at the ends of many, many races, and the thought of them, and the people who worked their asses off to run a marathon (and Boston, no less!) being attacked like that. Maybe it’s because I can actually imagine it. It’s not like I’m trying to compare it to other tragedies, but I guess I can just relate to this one more than most. And so it just makes me extra sad that I can’t run right now, and go sign up for a marathon (okay, fine, a half) and do whatever I can to show my solidarity. I dunno. I hate even writing about this, because it seems so “me, me, me” but whatever. This is my blog.