Finally. The return of baseball season is always exhilarating. It means Spring will soon be here. And ultimately, Summer. And yet, this weekend, we are expecting snow.
Jackson is also playing baseball. And of course, basketball. Bella will be playing tball this year. Not sure I'm ready for that. I mean, I can't wait to see how she does, to see if she likes it. To see her in baseball pants and a helmet. But, it's going to be a(nother) busy season for us. With lots of traveling and, unfortunately, splitting up.
Bella is still taking dance and entertaining us every night with her routines. When she's not sitting on the cough engrossed in my phone and snacking, that is.
Bella has made friends with our new neighbors across the street. They have a 6 year old boy and a 9 year old daughter. Despite the weather, they have spent many afternoons playing outside, either on the trampoline or a good old-fashioned game of hide-and-seek. She begs to go outside to play with them before we even get home. I honestly love it because she's outside playing, and well, she's entertained. And she's not trying to eat every snack in the house before dinner.
The other night, we "grounded" her for the first time for going in her friend's house without asking. She knew the rules and yet, she broke them. Her reasoning? We should've known where she had gone when both her and her friend were no longer playing in our yard. She couldn't go outside to play the following night. It was torture for me. And absolutely heartbreaking. She cried and begged and pleaded and apologized and promised and tried to persuade me to give her one more chance. Surprisingly, I did not cave, and she did not get to go outside that evening. And it worked. Because now anytime she doesn't do something we ask her to, all we have to say is, "Do you want to be grounded?"
We finally got some yard work done. It was a warm night, and Josh pulled us all outside to pitch in. The boys actually cooperated and were a big help. Bella pouted, because she was grounded and her friends were playing in the street.
Jackson sewed a knapsack in Teen Living. He gave me step-by-step instructions on how he did it. He's pretty proud. And I think he enjoys the sewing machine. Since he finished his project early, he plans to make me a small pillow during his spare time.
I pulled up the other night to the house, and there were 5-6 kids playing basketball in the driveway with Jackson. I recognized all of them but one. Later on, I asked Jackson who the other kid was. He told me he was a new kid at school and that he had had to show him around today. He rides the same bus, so on the way home Jackson invited him over to play basketball. If only there were more people in this world like him.
Sydney's 17th birthday dinner at The Black Pelican. Surrounded by family and lots of friends. Such a memorable evening for her. And, of course, there's this moment she still shares with her youngest cousin.
You didn't want to wear a tie. I could tell that even though you were a little embarrassed, however, you liked the way you looked. But you drew the line at the dress shoes Dad picked out for you. Thankfully, they didn't fit. And no one can rock Lebrons with a tie better than you.
It was the first time I think you've ever worn a tie. Or been to a sports banquet. I'm sure it won't be your last. It was a great night. You sat with your teammates at your own table and went through the buffet line without any parents. We were pretty proud. You sat quietly and respectful during the speeches and awards. And paid more attention than I realized.
I might have gotten a little irritated when you wouldn't cooperate during the team picture. But afterwards, I realized, you weren't really sure what to do, and I think I embarrassed you. I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't give you the benefit of the doubt. But I do see that you're growing up and maturing. Every day.
You still fight with your sister and tease the crap out of her. You cry when you get embarrassed or angry or really hurt (but try not to let anyone see it, except for me, you always come to me). Despite your toughness, you are sweet, sensitive, and empathetic. You're witty and goofy. And somehow, you always know the right thing to say.
On the way home from the banquet that night, you leaned over the seat and gave me a kiss and whispered, "I had a lot of fun tonight". Not as much as I did, kid.
100 Days Smarter.
I was sick and almost forgot about the 100th day of school. She, of course, reminded me. Even the smallest celebrations excite her, so I knew I had to pull something together fast. Saw this on Pinterest. 100 tally marks. I was nervous that she would be disappointed. But, on the contrary, she couldn't have been happier. I just love how much she loves these things.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, middle school, wine, video games, and schedules. I started this blog because I love taking pictures, and I needed a place to document our life. I wanted a place to write it all down, to remember little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.