Jim-Dad asked me last night when I was going to blog again. As if I'd forgone this sport forever.
Not so, Jim-Dad, not so.
I have lost my bloggy virginity, however, and come to the realization that I, in fact, can not only go to sleep at night without first turning out a post and scheduling another, but that the world does not stop spinning and planets do not implode if I, for some reason, go a day or ten without reading other people's posts. It was a long hard road of many a late night before I reached such blogger maturity, but I'm so glad I've arrived. Liberating, really. So now this bloggy habit of mine is just a hobby....not my slave-driver. With cyber whip in hand.
That being said, I actually do have really good excuses for not having shown my face around these parts for
1. For starters, there is a new rascal around these parts. He's of the four-legged variety and is the cutest darned thing I've ever seen. He showed up one day and decided that we'd make a swell of a family (he obviously hadn't been hanging around the poochie water cooler or he'd know about us), and we decided that he wasn't too bad himself. The bigger boys named him "Lucky," but Tate and I are still lobbying for "Goober." We just look like a Goober kinda family.
Notice: If you are from around these parts, and Lucky looks familiar...too bad. He's decided that he likes us better than you. *wink*
2. I've been swallowed whole, regurgitated (you're welcome), and swallowed whole again by forever'lovin' baseball. I have always said that it was a good thing that the Lord gave me boys because I wouldn't have the foggiest idea about what to do inside a ballet studio or a cheerleading gym, but, by golly, now I'm beginning to think that it was some cruel joke played on me by the Maker. Because I guarantee that a dance studio at least has air conditioning. These 100* Arkansas days do nothing for me and my tendencies to resemble (in looks and in smell) a drenched sloppy pig once it reaches over a balmy 75*.
2A. All three boys finished up their regular seasons of baseball, and now we've moved on to All-Star Tournament baseball. Sawyer was selected for the All-Star team for our town which is a huge honor, but it just brings daily practices and a whole lot of sweat. I'm trying to remember what an honor it is as I sit on the bleachers at 8:00 at night and not on my couch watching all my summer tv shows.
2B. While Sawyer is busy slaving away on the fields, the other two boys are busy pouting. Because their baseball is over and now the family revolves around Sawyer. I tried to reassure them by letting them know that now they would have plenty of time to help me with the laundry.... They didn't bite.
3. The boys have started the summer of Vacation Bible School rounds. Yes, we're one of THOSE families. You better believe that we check-in at every.single. VBS around town. Because those are 3 hours a day for mama to have to herself. Scandalous attitude, I know. But I just look at it as the church ministering to our whole family, which I'm deeply appreciative for. Oh, and there is that learning about Jesus thing.
See? Just busy.busy.busy. Not sure why people call summers vacation time, when people tend to be busier now more than ever, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Summer really is my most favorite time of year.
So if you don't hear from me for awhile, I'm probably just out with my family. Or scrubbing a floor (probably not). Or passed out from heat stroke at the baseball field.
And Happy Uber-Busy Summer to you!!