6.28.2010

WISH YOU WERE HERE!


It happened…
I’ve become
that mom

You know that mom you see at the ballpark

sitting in her camp chair with a drink in the cup holder,

sunglasses and lip-gloss adorned

sunflower seeds in her oversized bag,

letting her kids run wild while she socializes with the other moms,

cheering on the team and thinking that her kid is the all-star.

I am now a full fledged suburban-driving soccer mom
(in our case it’s baseball)

I never wanted it to happen.
I tend to look down on the accelerated/ super league teams.

I thought they put too much emphasis on the one individual child and gives that child an elevated idea of the relevance of sports.
Does that make any sense? (that topic deserves a blog post of it's own later.)

Wade happened to get on an accelerated team only by accident.

And now we love it and are having a great time.

This past weekend was our first out-of-town tournament,

In beautiful EVANSTON, WYOMING!

I went to the tournament alone. Meaning without the help of husband and older children.
I mean I was ALONE. I called the shots. You answered to momma!




Brett and Lauren left that same morning for
a Pioneer Trek. Aren't they adorable.
(blog post coming soon about that too)




And Dean was home working hard to make it possible for the kids and I to be at the ball park blowing fistfulls of quarters on snowcones and nachos.


 





I was looking forward to a game here or there, then back to the hotel for relaxing by the pool...baths...kids in bed by ten and then "me-time" with my queen size bed, extra pillows, peanut m & m's and reality television.
Actually the weekend was quite different than I had imagined.
Let me paint you a little picture...

One game right off the bat. One loss right off the bat.

 One more game...this time a WIN!

We celebrated with a kids vs. parents baseball game at the local high school...






...which happened to be up fifty flights of stairs.
















I carried each child up one at a time,
cause they all fell asleep in the car and were ornery little skunks.


















Quincy raided my purse each time I went back to the car.



































Then it was back to the Hotel for swimming.

We stayed here.


Just kidding...(shudder)

You know me better than that. Remember my scary hotel experience?
We actually stayed here with our whole team and every other baseball team in the league

Thankfully we just missed the post-game victory swim.
50 frenzied little leaguers hopped up on gatorade and swimming together is a sight you just have to see once in your lifetime. Needless to say the pool was several degrees warmer than intended.



The next day was filled with more games...
more practices in-between games and more hanging out at the ballpark.

And if I were to be perfectly honest.
I jumped the gun and checked out of the hotel because I didn't think our team would be moving on to the championship on Saturday.
  They weren't the Bad News Bears after all.
They proved me wrong. Oops.
So without a hotel to retreat to in the middle of the day in-between games.
We had five hours to kill in Evanston.

And with stores like "Discount Liquor"  "Jolly Jack's Fireworks"  "Romantix video and magazine" and "The Boot Barn" the shopping was sub-par to say the least.
So..the kids and I drove up and down each street picking out our favorite houses.
This is my favorite. Just look at the garage. I'd move in tomorrow.










This house came in a close second.
















These were also lovely and charming houses.























    This was Kal's favorite house because it was a cool triangle shape.

  


It's funny,
Evanston has a clear economic divide.



Some houses are right out of Better Homes and Garden's magazine, and others are right out of the Thrify Nickel.



I know what you are thinking...

How lame of me to drive around taking pictures of random things.



And again I will remind you...


WE WERE IN  Evanston, Wyoming!

We  stopped to look at the world famous "Sticker Bus"
and discovered that it isn't rated G.
 It isn't even rated PG for that matter.

We hit all the local parks.  Some better than others.
As I pulled up to one scary looking park on the wrong side of town,
River asked if they could just "stay in the car."

We chased down a Yard Sale that led us here. 
Without wanting to sound snobby...           
I figured if they didn't want it....we probably didn't want it either.

Evanston has some beautiful trees and yards, and the weather was like being in the middle of the Caribbean. In fact I had to give myself a reality check every once in a while to make sure I wasn't in the Caribbean. 
   
When it was all said and done, Wade's team did awesome for it's first year.
 Wade said they came in second, but I don't think that's accurate.
  
But I could be wrong.
I was a bit distracted.
Mostly my time at the ball-park was spent telling Kal to stop climbing on the awning,
River to stop brown-nosing the other moms,
 Quincy to get out of my purse, and Canyon to be a good baby so I didn't have to nurse him in public. 

And so after eating out seven meals in a row...
And getting no sleep...
And running to wal-mart more times than I want to mention  
And checking in and out of Hotels
And wasting gas driving around
And getting sunburned
And washing Wade's uniform in the Hotel laundry at Midnight....

it was all for this kid
I still worry about giving Wade an elevated sense of self.
But in this crazy world...is that such a bad thing?

See you next year.

6.14.2010

Thanks a lot Mother Nature...

You forced my hand.





















 Normally I am not the...
      "sure my darling kids, go outside and play in the mud..." kind of mom -

But after a whole rainy Saturday afternoon of... "Mom, can we play on the computer?"
"Mom, can we have another Otter Pop?"
"Mom, can we make some hot chocolate?"
"Mom, can we make a fort in the car?"
"Mom, can we use your sewing machine?"
"Mom, can we go swimming in the bathtub?"
"Mom, can we make real life homemade ice cream? Wade knows how.."
"Mom, can I hang out with this girl I met at Seven Peaks?"
"Mom, can we get out ALL the toys and dump them in a pile?"
etc.etc.etc.
so when I heard the phrase "Mom can we go jump in the puddles?"
I said..."SOLD!"


























What could it hurt I thought?

I'll just do a few more loads of laundry-

Everyone who knows me knows that dirty stinking piled up laundry is my nemesis.

By Saturday morning I almost had it conquered too.

I need to learn to relax and give in once in a while.





As I walked outside to take pictures the kids immediately started apologizing...
even though they had permission to get filthy.





I don't want to sound like I think I am all that.

I'm not even some of that.

If I was a real fantastic motherly creature I would've joined them.




Today the kids were so drunk on their own freedom they were charting new territory.
"Mom, can we play in the irrigation canal?"    "Mom, can we give you a makeover?"
                                                "Mom can I hang out with this girl I met at Seven Peaks?"



6.11.2010

A family's blessing


It's a strange thing-
In LDS culture we prepare for the blessing of a new baby
by pretending that things are back to normal...
gathering all inner strength to;
 buy or make a new outfit for the baby...
find a Sunday outfit for the new mom... 
(department store mirrors aren't kind) 
find a white blanket and white booties...
have the whole family looking pitch perfect and to church on time 
set up tables and chairs...
making food assignments,
 invite and feed seventy people...

all this for a sleeping little baby boy who couldn't care less.    

Brett requested that he be the one to get Canyon all ready before church.
It was quite humorous to watch Brett maneuver
our our little porkchop into his tiny tuxedo.


(my mother-in-law made this blessing outfit for Brett fourteen years ago.
All my boys have wore it on their blessing days)

Brett dressed Canyon head to toe but somehow didn't position the diaper over the important parts, and as a result the baby soaked through his clothes just as we were about to bless him. There was nothing to do.
We just went ahead and blessed the wet little feller.  

Dean blessed him; "Canyon Soggy Pants Roberts" (Just kidding)

The official name is - "Canyon Jett Roberts" -

My handsome boys.
I'm pretty sure two out of the five of them aren't wearing socks.
 And I found out later that one certain four year old wasn't wearing underwear. 



I look happy don't I.              Well, I was/am happy.
What you don't see is my eye that had started twitching.
I knew I felt obligated desired deeply to bear my testimony, but I was crazy nervous.
I think that was why my eye was twitching.
 After the blessing at our church; our family and friends gathered together at my mother-in-laws for lunch.
A good time was had by all. Here Will and Sam (Neves and Roberts) were mixing it up.

You've never seen so much food come together within minutes and be dished out and devoured in minutes. (ok...unless you've been to a Tongan ward baptism)  

It was great. The young and...the younger sat at the same table
and talked about the weather, politics and Justin Bieber's new music video.   
I am always so touched that our family (both sides) are willing to come together to celebrate with us as we give our new baby a name and a blessing.
Either that or they are just too darn happy to get out of a church calling.

It was one of those wonderful "mental scrapbook" kinds of days.
The weather was just toasty warm enough to make a person feel
 lazy, silly and sociable.  (...yeah i don't know that means either)

           
Earlier in the day I mentioned that I felt blessed, 
however that doesn't quite describe my feelings.

 Rather, sometimes I feel completely unworthy of the life I have.  

          (and other times I stomp my feet and act like a big selfish baby....
depending on the day) -

   Last Sunday was a good day.
       Every bit of my heart was full.
Thanks to all our family and friends who made our day such a lovely one.
We missed the family members that were out of state or out of the country.
I have many more pictures of all of you,
but if you didn't sign the waiver then I can't post them (just kidding).
People see me with a camera and they hide for fear I am composing my next blog post.
 Ha! they know me too well.     


  

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