Thursday, July 12, 2012

Slick Select Sammy

It is far too late to be up, let alone blogging but my brain is over stimulated and the thoughts need to be released. This past day has been eventful enough (and don't get me started on tomorrow) but I think my mind is mostly consumed by the events over the last few weeks, revolving around my precious little dude.  My baseball player.

Earlier this week Sammy completed his third try-out this season for a select baseball team.  He wanted it so badly.  Tomorrow I will attend auditions at ND and my heart goes out to each person who has worked so hard towards their goal.  That darn Empathy!  To the parents, I get it.  I so so so get it!

Let me allow you into my world....

Try-out #1:  UBA.  Ultimate Baseball Academy.  Sammy played fall ball for them last year and they are, lets face it, the best league.  We pulled up to this cattle call in the 105 degree heat and waited in line to register him for the tryout.  That should have been red flag #1.  Waiting in line?  Seriously?  Sam was so nervous he almost cried.  Red flag #2 would have been that we had to turn in a $250 check.  JIC (just in case) he makes a team.  The 3 hour try-out was hard core but we expected that part.  Sam did awesome.  He gave it 110% and that's all we could ask for.  Oh, forgot to mention red flag #3 (and, by far, the brightest and biggest flag of them all) was that this team costs $2,500.  Yes, you saw that right.  For one season.  Thanks for the experience and see ya never.

The tears started as soon as he got in the car.  He wanted this one bad.  Once I told him the price (bad mom!) he knew that it was not in the right ball park (pun, of course, intended) and I could almost hear his heart break.  I wanted to retract what I just said but Gage covered my butt by telling him we will just see what happens.  Seriously, why didn't I think of that?

Result:  Didn't make it and we were relieved.  Not that we would have pulled the (when it's all said and done) 3K out of our butts but it seemed much easier this way.

The next day was MAA (Millard) try-outs.  Sammy wanted to go but we talked him out of it.  Lord have mercy, I needed a break already.

Try-out #2:  KWAA.  Kingswood Athletic Association.  A complete long shot.  Sammy has played In-house ball for KWAA for the last several years and it's a great league.  Our favorite.  There is ONE select team for 11 year olds and the coach of that team said they will "maybe" take a few more players.  My immediate thought was, he had no shot in hell.  He wanted the experience anyway.  Bless his heart.

Sam had an amazing tryout and walked away with no expectations.  What a great attitude to have when you later receive a phone call for a call back!  At that point, he was just so happy to have been noticed but was really trying to play it cool.  But really, how do you not get so excited when you can almost taste it!?  We then found out that they were looking to fill 3 spots on the team and Sammy was on the "short list."

He went to the call back and was told he would hear by 8pm that night.  When 8pm rolled around, Sammy was asking us a ton of questions..."why haven't they called?" "what do you think this mean?"  "are they waiting for other kids to answer first?"  Break. My. Heart!  At 9pm the tears started.

Result:  exactly what we expected.

Sam's last play with the Kingswood Giants.  What a stud.

Try-out #3:  Ralston. 

*side note to my fellow Cougars:  I understand that you probably cringed just now when you read that.  I did too at first.  Please understand that for the sake of my son, I decided to put my own HS rival issues aside and haul his butt into Ram territory. 

He had another great tryout and, as expected, cried afterwards.  He was feeling the pressure at this one for sure.  He just melts the tiny pieces of my heart that he has already broken.

Result:  Baby boy got a spot on the team!

Sammy is super excited and I'm so proud of him.  I'm not going to lie, it will take some getting used to, being a Ralston fan now.  The Cougar pride in me wants to chant "We love God" to the Rams but I've gained 12 years of maturity and I know I can refrain.  I will NOT be a crazy baseball mom but I can't promise that I won't be wearing a jersey with my son's number on it.

In resisting everything I've ever thought about Ralston, Go RAMS!

Now we plan on taking a minor break from baseball because (tackle!) football starts next week!  Please pray for my skinny runt.  I feel like peeing my pants at the thought of him in pads and getting drilled by kids twice his size.  We decided against playing fall baseball mainly because his season with Ralston starts in January!  They will play somewhere around 45 games (yikes!) and will play all over the city with a little traveling.  Love my sportsman.

I'm a proud, overstimulated momma tonight.  Goodnight all.  (I hope)

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Strange Addictions

Has anyone ever watched that show?  Strange Addictions.  It's top notch bizarro!  I wouldn't recommend it and am slightly embarrassed to have admitted seeing it.   It's basically about some crazy people with the most ridiculous additions.  For example:  I'm addicted to drinking gasoline.  Or, I can't stop eating laundry soap.  One nut job drinks her own urine!  They just keep getting more ridiculous but my absolute favorite episode was "I'm addicted to acting like a baby."  I laughed for 3 days.  This chic slept in a crib, sucked on a pacifier, and wore a diaper!  That's good TV right there.  You just can't script this stuff.

Anyways, I know this is a random topic but I can't help but think of it when I see Stella waddle around the house with her current strange addiction.  I feel (kinda) like I'm on that show.  Please don't judge.....

Stella is addicted to wearing shoes on her hands.

Getting in position

Oh, hey mom.  Can I help you?

That picture may have made you smile or even LOL, but she takes it even further than that cuteness.  We are talking about flip flops as bracelets and high tops as mittens.  She likes Gage's work shoes all the way up to her shoulders (which makes it VERY difficult to hold her balance while walking BTW) and she adores crawling with my wedges on her front paws. Of course, taking them away from her is a full blown tantrum.  So please don't do it, okay?  I'm at peace with her addiction. 

She actually DOES like shoes on her feet as well, believe it or not.  In Stella's perfect world, there would be a pair on her feet and a pair on her hands 24/7.  Last night she insisted on sleeping with her little pink shoe.

She's dead serious. 

Goodnight Stella.  Goodnight Moon.  Goodnight....shoe? 

The pair of shoes that she gets the MOST excited to see is her cousin, Marlow's, crocs.  Oh man, she loves those things.  I think she loves the way they slip on (her hands) so easily and are just the right size and weight to walk around with. (Am I really writing about this?)  Honestly, Stella is so completely confident with her strange addiction, as if there is nothing weird about it whatsoever.  Maybe she's just a shoe girl.

Here's a pic of her watching morning cartoons with her big sis and acting like nothing is out of the ordinary at all.

Stella Rose, I promise to support whatever weird crap you want to do in life.  If you want to wear shoes on your hands, Mama will buy you the most sparkly shoes with the best opening for your fist and I will personally rhinestone them.  You rock those shoe mitts, baby girl!  It won't be long and ALL the babies will be wanting to join the trend.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Let Freedom Ring!

Well, today is pretty much the BEST holiday ever.  (besides Christmas) We have our annual pool party at my parents house which follows the Mickells golf tournament for the guys.  (Go Gage!)

I'm not the best in the kitchen even though I really wish I was, so this year I made some cake pops.  They are pretty much idiot proof and you would think I learned my lesson last year when I made them for the first time that they are crazy time consuming.  I should have started 3 days ago.  Instead, I decided to stay up forever last night.  Just kidding, mom! (not really).  Also, for a holiday twist, I substituted sprinkles for POP ROCKS! Boom Slam Fireworks in your mouth, Suckas!

Cake pops with a little extra POP!

Since today is going to be a comfortable 105 degrees, me and my kids will be attending the party pretty much naked.  Also, since Gage hates swimming he will be found in the air condition keeping our baby alive.  Aunt Jody will be providing the eggs for the annual egg toss which I plan on dominating.  If me and my partner totally blow it, the good news is that it will actually be hot enough to cook our splattered egg for a post game snack!  That sounds like a win win to me!

Fireworks start as soon as it's dark and even though Gage lives for fireworks, we will probably just watch the kids do sparklers while blaring "Proud to be an American" and watching our neighbors show.  Someday I hope to let Gage live his dream of spending our life savings at the firework stand.  He still hasn't given up hope of that "Firework fund."  You know, like how normal people have a "Christmas fun?"  Gage wants a "firework fund."  This only makes me slightly nervous after his horrible $50 dud that he bought a few years ago.  I'm 100% serious.  Fifty dollars = ONE firework = dud.

Besides all the fun with family and friends, the best part is what this day represents. I love celebrating the most amazing country!  I always get choked up (surprise surprise) when I see how America comes together on this day to celebrate our freedom.  With that, I leave you with the most amazing words by my girl, Martina...

Let freedom ring! Let the white dove sing!  Let the whole world know that TODAY is a day of reckoning!  Let the weak be strong.  Let the right be wrong.  Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay.  It's Independence Day!

Happy 4th of July everyone!  Stay cool and safe!