Boys are weird

I'm glad I'm not a boy. This is what I heard today that further confirmed that fact.

"DAD! I did it! (Tob was a little stopped up and finally relieved his bowels)

Dad walks into the bathroom, "Whoa! Dude, you gotta give that one a name! That thing is huge! That's a gut buster, etc"

Dad walks out to me and says, "There's your picture of the day in there."

Ew, gross. I think I'll pass.

In less graphic news, J and Tob finished baseball season last Saturday.

Jessie got the game ball for her solo out at 2nd in her closing day game. It's a good thing she had a great game because she was the only team member who hadn't been given a game ball yet. She keeps track of those sort of things and felt completely gypped in previous games because she was always one of a few people that had great games and didn't get the game ball. I prayed a few times that morning that she would have fun and get an out or two in the process, so she would have a shot at the game ball. Is that a silly thing to pray for? Nevermind. I don't think so because J's future in baseball/softball might very well be in jeopardy if she felt at all slighted her first year playing and she really enjoys it. She holds on to things as long as an elephant and they never forget, right? J is an awesome batter. I think she may have struck out less than 5 times the whole season. She liked playing short stop and looks forward to next year. Toby had a great year in T-ball and improved a lot. He likes playing catcher the most because he gets the ball every play. Tob was the master of monster hits and would often hit them way out on the grass while most other hits stayed infield. He went from a newbie dancing around on the field and playing in the dirt to actually watching the game and cheering on his team. Tob had a great last game too that ended with a solo out at 3rd the last inning.

I asked the kids to give me their best 'tough guy' face and J about knocked me over with hers. She shoots me that look when she wants to talk back and it kills me every time.

After the games the kids enjoyed the bounce house, massive amounts of sugar and watching J's coach get dunked in the booth as part of the closing day carnival. I wish they would have had that bounce house at every game. Mr. Cooper spent over an hour jumping in there while I watched games, and went to bed with no complaints that night. J's team had a last huddle around donuts, milk and juice so coach could give out trophies and a new Cubs hat. The trophy was a neat surprise for J and I wish I would have brought the camera. I left it home because it was raining when we left for the games and I didn't want to bother keeping it dry. I should have known it would clear up and be beautiful 3 hours later.