Run In With Eggs

It turns out chewy sweet tarts have egg in them.  It isn't listed on the allergy statement, which only mentions wheat, it is listed as one of the 50 ingredients on the back. As soon as Isaac ate them he complained of his stomach hurting and was twisting and turning in pain on the couch.  Then came the vomit. Last night was a LONG night.

T-ball Game #1

We had our first t-ball game yesterday.  It was about 30 degrees outside. Some little guys were crying before the game even started. I went to check on Isaac and he had two snot-cicles sticking out of his nose, but was still in good spirits. We learned two valuable lessons:

1) They do keep score in t-ball
2) You can loose by slaughter rule. 

We lost 16-1.  Eli said he really wanted to win and wanted to know why we didn't have 16 points.  In true mom speak I said - don't worry about it honey you guys will win some (at least I hope so) and loose some (guaranteed). The only thing that matters is that you have fun.

If only....

I assume that all mothers walk that fine line of moving their kids towards self sufficiency and being a little flattered that they are so indispensable and relied on. When my kids are driving me nuts and wanting  something every 7 seconds of the day I try to remind myself that it won't be this way forever, and so I should cherish it, at least a little.  But last night... whew - I really just wanted some sleep.  We have had a great spring break - we have played a lot, accomplished some things around the house, had some friends over; it has been a really nice break. I was TIRED.  Unfortunately I paid the price all night for a bad judgement call.  When a movie says "for kids over 7" next time I am going to listen.  A scary fish man from Scooby Doo tormented us all night.  Eli woke me up a total of 9 times, so if I had been lucky enough to get 9 hours of sleep (ha ha ha) that is one interruption per hour. I would get all snuggled in my pillow and drift away to some far away land made of fine dark chocolate and I would feel a peck on my forehead - "Mom, I'm still scared."

I comforted myself with the thought that his lack of sleep might mean a late morning for him and at least I would be able to exercise uninterrupted. Yeah - so Mr. Bright Eye's was up and ready to go at 5:30 AM. If only I had the energy of a five year old.... I'm optimistically hoping for an early afternoon crash...

Wetting the Bed

After MONTHS of dry nights John and I decided to save $30 a month and forgo pull-ups at night.  The boys were excited about this milestone.  Tuesday night was our first night in big boy underwear during the night. Well, at least we made it dry for one more night.
Wednesday night both boys wet the bed. Got to go do laundry... 

T-Ball Update

Isaac made it through his first practice without crying.  Seriously, the kid looked invincible out there.  Instead of stopping the ball with his glove he stopped most of them with his shoes and legs.  I guess boys get to a point where they have some many bruises on their legs they just don't feel the pain anymore. 
The best part was the herding of the team.  No matter where the ball went on a hit the entire in-field (and out-field for that matter) would all go storming after it. Whoever got their first was the lucky one that had to try to chuck it towards first. It is really comical. I can't wait for our first game.

Sunbutter

Eli comes by it honestly, but he hates cold food.  He doesn't like sandwiches or deli meat - it just doesn't cut it for him.  I am the same way. I love food, I can't just choke something down.  I would rather be super hungry then eat something I'm not in the mood for. So our lunch options are slim for Eli.  He was a huge peanut butter fan prior to the "peanut butter might kill Isaac" discovery so that hasn't been a food option for 3 years.  And so it goes when you can't have something you want it so bad you can taste.  I have been dying for some peanut butter. So someone told me about sunbutter - made with sunflower seeds.  I was warned that it wasn't the same, but for someone who hasn't had peanut butter in three years it has to be better than nothing, right? We tore it up.  Our first jar is about gone two days later.  I am thinking about buying it in bulk.

The Tale of Two T-balls

We have decided to venture into the world of organized sports this year, signing up the boys for the same t-ball team. It is entertaining to say the least.

So there's Eli....
Eli is one happy go lucky kid.  He celebrates EVERYTIME he makes a stop on the ball.  So the ball rolls to him, and he stops it (about 25% of the time).  He jumps up and down yelling "I'm awesome" and then remembers that he has to throw the ball to a base - it makes it about 30% of the way towards the base.

Then there's Isaac...
He has cried at 100% of the practices. And unfortunately he has this wailing cry that would peel paint of the walls.  The first practice he slide half-way between second and third base burning his tummy on the sand.  "That's it I am done with T-ball." The second practice I was playing "catch" with the boys and nailed Isaac right in the lip.  Blood and crying ensued. "That's it I'm done with T-ball."

Should be an interesting season.