I am not the most supportive mom ever, and little league baseball tends to broadcast it to the world. I still believe that the best thing about little league is how cute little kids look in catcher's gear. Last year, I was bitter about the snack. Last week, we found out that Thing 2 made the baseball all-star team, and my first reaction was, "Aw crap. Now I'm going to have to go to more games!" Then I realized that normal parents don't react this way, so I gave a half-hearted "Go Thing 2, go!" to keep up appearances. I think there's something wrong with me. There's another family with a kid on this team that totally makes up for my lack of enthusiasm. They have their kid training year round, and they are really into the games. I'm pretty sure they would have been devastated if he hadn't made all-stars (he did). I think they're having a parade in his honor next week, and the paperwork is being filled out to make his all-star debut a national holiday.
Anyway, I was lying in bed this morning, thinking what a lousy mom I am, when Thing 3 came in for his usual early morning snuggle (or "snug" as he calls it). After a few minutes, he turned to me and said I was his best friend, which of course made me smile. I'm not a great mom, but at least I have my kids fooled!
On Friday, I found this video clip of Thing 1 at age three when I was searching on our computer for something else. I'm sure I knew about it at one time, but I'd completely forgotten about it. I think it was a particularly fun find since it was so close to Mother's day:
And since it is Mother's day, I'd like to thank all the women out there that are helping me raise my boys. It truly takes a village to raise a child. My kids have the best grandmothers a kid could ask for, and the coolest aunts. They've had the most wonderful teachers at school and church. And a big thank you to all of their friends' moms who I sometimes think they love more than me, including two of my friends to whom Thing 3 lovingly refers to as "his girlfriends." You know who you are.
Edit: I just made the video public - apparently I didn't do that before, so people couldn't watch it. Let me know if you still can't view it.
I found a new comic strip that makes me laugh - it's called The 9th Ward. Most of them are only going to be funny if you're LDS or are familiar with LDS culture. It's put together by a father/son combo. They produce about one strip a week. Here are a couple of my favorites:
I generally enjoy running. I know, I know. I'm a freak. But it's my escape, my "me time." Plus I feel better when I do it. Gotta love those endorphins! I have had some bad experiences while running, though. I have been chased by many scary big dogs. I was flashed once when I was running by myself on the Provo river trail (nasty!). I lost my key once and had to backtrack for a mile and a half, looking for it while praying for a miracle (I found it!).
And now I can add yesterday to the list. I was at the corner of Myhre and Mickleberry, and I passed a crazy man who started screaming at me and scared me to death. He was yelling "You stink!" and asked me if I rubbed dog s*** all over myself. How do you answer a question like that? I kept going, but checked multiple times to see if he was following me, and I turned my key so that the jagged side was sticking out of my hand, just in case. I don't know why, but that always makes me feel a little better. If I have to ever defend myself, then it's - look out! I've got my key! And I can somehow hurt you with it! Anyway, I'm hoping for an uneventful, pleasant long run this Saturday, so help me get the word out for the crazies to stay off the streets from about 10 to noon.
