baseball

This spring I have 3 kids in sports.  On 3 different teams.  This in addition to the girls both taking gymnastics twice a week  and Cub Scouts.

We are busy, busy, busy with games and practices most every night… some nights we’re even double booked.

Many people look at my schedule and call me crazy.    Why do you do this to yourself?

The answer is, honestly, two fold. 

1.  We love it. 

2.  Believe it or not, it actually makes my life easier

IMG_0811If I had to drag my kids kicking and screaming to practice, I wouldn’t do it.  It wouldn’t be worth it.  But they love it.   My third child wore cleats and shin guards last year to every one of her brother and sisters games and practices and all she did was sit on the sidelines.  She was so eager to be out there that she dressed like them and practiced on her own off the field.   

 

And truth be told, I love it too.  I am that crazy mom with her hands in the air screaming at the top of her lungs as they dribble down the field or race to first base.   I just love watching them play! 

I admit it is often a challenge to shuffle four kids out the door at dinner time each day.  Cleats? Water bottles?  Uniform?  Cup?  I am constantly running through the check list as we make our way to the taxi minivan.

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On a normal night, my husband gets home from work around 6-6:30.  I don’t know what it is about the hours between 4-6, but some sort of odd transformation occurs in my kids during that time of day.  It’s as if they have used up all ability to play nicely together.  They turn needy and whiny and have very short leashes.  I don’t know what it is about their  Momma during that time of day, but she typically turns inpatient and needy and whiny during that time of day.

Being away from home during the “bewitching hours” makes our day run more smoothly.    Because we are gone during dinner, I am forced to prep dinner earlier in the day.  This saves me from trying to make dinner with a baby on my hip and world war III being fought in the living room.   

The kids are out of the house, some what separated, and even have different people to play with.  I have a chance to take a break and sit and chat with other adults.   We come home, dinner is ready or mostly ready, we eat and the day is almost over. 

Now, I am not going to lie… the occasional rainy day cancellation of practice is often met with a sigh of relief from me.  I don’t mind the occasional lazy afternoon at home.  But, in general, staying busy, oddly keeps us sane.    I think the fact that we home school and we are home together all day is a huge reason why this both works for us and perhaps is more welcomed to us.  If my kids were gone all day at school and I was having to cram dinner, practice, homework, and family time all into the 4 short hours between homecoming and bed, I would be a lot more bitter about our extra curricular activities.   

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I’ve really enjoyed getting to know other parents in the community during our years of playing baseball and soccer here.   IMG_0813The kids have all made friends on their teams and now we are at the point where we’ve played long enough that they typically know someone on their team from previous years.   Those whose turn it isn’t for practice are learning valuable “playground skills.”    All this on top of all the valuable lessons they get by playing on a team and learning new skills… not to mention the exercise. 

Some call me crazy, but truth be told, it just works for us.

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There is a whole lot of hype round these parts about the Orioles… with a 4-1 record to start the season, some new acquisitions over the off season and a new manager last season, for the first time in a LONG time, things are looking up for the Baltimore Orioles. 

And I feel the need to 1. explain the weird circus family sports allegiance when it comes to Baltimore and Pittsburgh and 2.  let the record show that my son is not jumping on the bandwagon.

1.  How is it that we are nuts about the Steelers and then route for the Orioles?   My family came from Pittsburgh and we lived in MD for 13 years before my parents moved back to PA.  My dad is a huge sports fan and one way we bonded through the years was by watching sports together.  He raised me a Steelers fan true and true.  My dad is also a Pirates fan but while living in MD he did take me to several O games.  I recall watching Cal Ripken and Rafael Palmeiro at Camden Yards.  I even remember a few games at Memorial Stadium.  I was never a huge baseball fan, though I loved the atmosphere of going to a game.  Dad didn’t mind cheering for the O’s as they were an AL team and the Pirates were NL.    The Ravens are different story.  They came to Baltimore when I was just about out of high school.  They came from Pittsburgh’s long standing Rival (the Cleveland Browns) and not only are they in our conference, they are in our division.  Simply put, you can’t route for the Ravens and the Steelers. 

So, that is why we have no aversion to the Orioles. 

I really didn’t start for real caring about the Orioles though until my son started liking them a few years back.  Which leads me to point number 2.

IMG_44262.  My son is a baseball fan and more importantly an Orioles fan, on his own right.  He routed for them in September when no one else would bother showing up for a home game. 

Neither Scott nor I really cared much about baseball.   When our IMG_1494son was two, his aunt Karen and Uncle Jim mailed him a tee ball stand for his second birthday.  And he was hooked ever since (wouldn’t you be if you could swing a bat at a ball in the houseThat’s circus life for ya.   He would ask to watch baseball on TV and then sit and watch (for waaay longer than I found interesting) whatever game I could find on tv.  For awhile there Sports Center was the perfect show b/c he could watch clips of baseball and we could get clips of football, all in the same program.  After that I would start dvr’ing (yes, I am sure that is a word) baseball games for him to watch.  It made sense to Scott and I that since he came about his love of baseball on his own, he could route for the hometown team.  We had no aversion to the Orioles, nor love for the Pirates. 

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So, through the years, we have tried to make it to a few games a year… some Baysox (our local minor league team) and some Orioles.   I have always been impressed with his attention span when it comes to watching the game.  He always wants to stay till the end.   My favorite memory of taking them to a game was last summer.  It was a beautiful night and the kids were well behaved and enjoying the atmosphere.  It was one of those nights where I truly enjoyed life through the eyes of my children.    For my oldest son, however, the night was bitter sweet.  He had heard talk of the new manager that had come to Baltimore and how he was going to turn things around for the Orioles.   And so, unlike the previous times when we came to Orioles games, this time, my son came expecting to see them win.  And as the game went on it became quite clear to Scott and I, that it wasn’t going to happen that night.  We were ready to go, but my son insisted we stay longer.  Finally in the 9th inning when the other team scored 3 runs and the O’s still had nothing on the board, he realized the inevitable.   He looked over at me with tears coming down his cheeks and said so forlornly, “Mom, they aren’t going to win, are they?”  I told him I didn’t think it was possible and he said with all the sweet innocence of a 6 year old, “Mom, I Just wanted to see them win.  I’ve never seen the Orioles win and I just wanted to watch them win.”  IMG_2117  And that is why years ago his Uncle Jim  told him, “Well, kid, no one can ever accuse you of jumping on the band wagon.”  To which my son replied, “What is a band wagon and what does that have to do with baseball?” 

We had some friends over a few weeks ago and the subject of baseball came up.  The husband was a huge Orioles fan and when we told him our son was, he then started asking him questions about his favorite players and all.  It was in that moment, I realized what a horrible mom I am.  I have done nothing to educate him on the players or the team.  I don’t want to raise one of those fans, ya know the ones who say, “Yea… we love the <insert name of team here>!”  And then when asked to name 2 players on the team they give you a blank stare.   I find those kind of football fans to be so obnoxious… my son deserves better than that.  So today we sat down after doing our school work and read the sports page together.  I told him we could do this each day.  We can read it together, learn more about the players, and follow how they are doing.  It will educate us both on the team and the sport and provide a sweet mother/son bonding moment at the same time.

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And if the Orioles winning streak continues and they end this season, for the first time in 13 years, with a winning record, I want the record to show that my son was a fan way back when…

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I clearly remember the first baseball game I attended with Scott.  A coworker had given him the tickets and since we had no plans, we thought, “Sure, why not?” 

As we drove into Baltimore and hit traffic, Scott was in disbelief, “Could this be game traffic?”  He asked.  “I had no idea this many people liked baseball.”

Yea… clearly, we aren’t big baseball enthusiasts.

But, thanks to my oldest son, my children are.  So, we try to get to at least one game a season.

Last week we took the circus crew to Camden Yards.  And, truly, it was one of my favorite nights of the summer.  IMG_2096

Sometimes, you try and do nice things for your kids and it ends in whining and fighting, tears, and Mom and Dad wondering “Why in the world did we bother?”  

Thankfully, this wasn’t one of those nights.

The kids were singing a rousing rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” the entire way from the parking lot to the ticket office.  I couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm.  They were even greeted with a round of applause from the ticket booth. 

IMG_2130 We got great seats, but I was mesmerized by my children.  I cracked  open a gazillion peanut shells and taught my kids when to scream, “Charge!”  I loved the way my son, would randomly scream out “Let’s Go O’s!”  And the way my 3 yr old would jump up and down and dance to the music.   We watched the game and giggled at the vendors and the way they yelled, “Hot Dooog” with their “Balmore” accents.  And even though the O’s didn’t pull through with a win, I left feeling like a winner.

Our littlest slugger enjoying his first time at the ball park.

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We took a lot of pictures of my son’s first baseball game of the season,

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but without a doubt, this one is my favorite.

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His look truly says it all.   Is that the face of a happy ball player or what?

This is what little league is all about…the pure love of the game.  May he never outgrow it.

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Not everyday you see an Oriole wrapped in a Steelers Terrible Towel. 

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our O fan Our son is a huge baseball fan.  His team of choice is the Baltimore Orioles.  As much as he likes the Orioles, he also recognizes that they don’t exactly have a winning record…

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Last week we were getting ready for soccer practice when he informed me that he didn’t feel like going to practice.

Me:  “Well you need to practice, it helps you to get better.”

Son: “ But Mom, I’m already really good.  I don’t need practice.”

Me:  “Even the Orioles practice and their professionals.”

Son:  “But Mom, the Orioles aren’t good.  They need to practice.”

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And in keeping with his very realistic outlook on his beloved Orioles, I thought I’d record this anecdote which I did post on face book a few months ago, but wanted to have recorded.

Son: “Mom, why are the Red Sox so much better than the Orioles, do they practice more?”

Me:  “No, I am sure the  Orioles practice hard.  Well, ummmm I guess they have better players.”

Son: “Why?”

Me:  “Well, I guess b/c their coaches pick better players.”

long pause

Son:  “Mom, I think your wrong.  That just doesn’t make any sense.  Why wouldn’t the coaches pick good players.  I think it’s because they don’t practice enough.”

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