The summer has all kind of blended together, with one baseball weekend seemingly flowing into another -- interrupted by things like vacation, art camp, and work. Mostly though, it's been shuttling Jack to baseball practice, baseball games, and baseball tournaments. Including one this past weekend in Neshamin....neshaminy...uh, not gonna work here anymore, Pennsylvania.
We decided to give Kate this one off. She has fun teasing the boys, playing with the other younger sisters (and older sisters and brothers), and from what I gather eating gobs of candy and other junk food during the games, but we thought she would just as soon hang out with her cousins and grandparents at Cathy and Ian's all weekend. And that Emily would like to actually watch an entire game without trips to the concession stand for Kate's sugar fix. So it was win-win.
It was awfully quiet riding down in the car with just Jack. I don't really think of Kate as noisy, at least most of the time, but it was really quiet without her. Jack read some, played games, chatted a little, but mostly it was sedate. Plus we crawled along at 10 miles an hour for more than an hour somewhere in New Jersey, that wasn't much fun.
We arrived, checked in, got a quick lunch at McDonald's -- Jack's choice, natch. Went to the ballpark to find that our game would be delayed a good half hour -- and then played a lengthy 14-12 game, a Pirates win. Jack wasn't in the starting lineup, which was a little disappointing, even though not unexpected. We started 9, the top 7 are really good, and then the 8-12 spots are shared by the other five players, a group Jack is reasonably in. But you don't see his name in the lineup and you feel bad for a minute, even if he plays as much as the other kids in that grouping. He got hit by a 3-0 pitch to help start a rally that got us from down 10-5 to pulling out the win, which was pretty cool (uh, the rally, not the getting hit). Struck out swinging in his lone at bat the next game (a loss played immediately after), then got a hit in our third game the next day which drove in our only run (in the loss that eliminated us). Not an overly successful weekend by previous tournament standards (a combined 9-1 and one championship), but we were warned it was a tough field of teams and it really was. And though we went 1-2, we weren't far from winning all three. Wait 'til next year.
The big things for us were twofold. One, after being hit fairly hard, Jack was fine in his next two at bats-- stayed dug in, got good swings and hit a ball hard up the middle, knocked in a run, and was happy afterward. Came over to me and gave me a high five, proud of himself. And two, at the hotel the night after the second loss, he laughed and played in the pool with all his teammates until the late hours of the evening, the loss and hit by pitch long forgotten. The summer of baseball has been great for us. It's been incredible for him.
Back in town this afternoon, we took him to a wings place for lunch. He got his standard chicken fingers and pineapple juice, and avidly watched some baseball game on the big screen TV. I sat across from him and Emily, he in his Pirates hat and jersey, managing to look both big and yet small, beautiful. Our son, our baseball fan, our baseball player. Then he took the straw that came with my water, ripped the top off the paper, and blew the rest off the straw and into my eye. And laughed like an 8-year-old.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Vacation, rest
Ok, I just spent 15 minutes trying to find my notes from the rest of vacation and couldn't. So I am just going to have to wing it based on memory and hope for the best.
On Monday we rode bikes to Sheep Pond (we saw no sheep, I don't get it). Well, Emily and Jack rode bikes, I worked with Kate on riding without training wheels for half an hour before we got in the car and drove to the pond. I am not optimistic she is ready, granted we have only worked at it twice. She is resistant, and I can understand. Jack was a year older and a lot bigger when he finally learned. Sheep or no, the pond was awesome, Kate did her steamboat swimming and Jack and I tossed a ball around (and I tossed them, too). I think that was the night we had dinner at Guapo's, which was fantastic. Margaritas and the best fish tacos ever. I have absolutely no idea what the kids ate, probably cheese quesadillas, whatever.
On Tuesday we were pretty sun-weary and kind of took it easy. Went to batting cages and bumper boats in the morning (Jack had fun, Kate sort of sulked even though she could have done both herself), hung at the pool the rest of the day. There Kate was in her element; she loves the pool.
Wednesday we went to Nauset beach, which is on the ocean rather than the Cape side, and which had big waves and big undertow. Emily was a little nervous about the kids, but they were awesome; I won't soon forget the grin on Jack's face when the waves lifted him up on the boogie boards we bought. They hadn't really swum in the ocean before; it dropped off quickly, the waves were big, and it was pretty cool. I pulled Kate out on her board and she jumped off, said "Bye!" And swum into shore. Lots of fun for all; we stayed most of the day. The occasional scary moment with a powerful wave was part of the fun, as I guess was the big sign warning us about sharks.
Thursday was our fishing trip, where we and a bunch of other families rode out with Cap'n Kid so kids could get a taste of fishing. I don't know exactly how it was rigged, but let's just say that if fishing were this easy and bountiful all the time, well, whatever, it isn't. Jack caught 7 or 8 in an hour; so did "Kate" (in quotes because Emily and I did all the fishing, with her encouraging us). The only limit to the number of fish you could catch was the length of time it took you to remove one fish and bait the hook again. Fish-calling devices underwater? A big fenced-in area? Or perhaps a barrel? I dunno, but the fish sure were biting. And oh yeah, the kids had a total blast and beamed proudly throughout. Jack also got to hold a lobster and a crab of some sort, and swab a deck. If he put as much enthusiasm into picking up his room I wouldn't have cut open my foot on a beyblade last week.
We went to a Cape Cod League game that night. Jack watched the game with us for about 15 minutes before finding a group of kids chasing foul balls and hanging with them the rest of the evening. He was properly respectful of how fast the pitchers were throwing the ball, at least, as was I. Impressive.
Friday we finished up at "our" beach, the more sedate Cape side one with calmer water. Nobody really wanted to leave, so for 6-7 hours, we didn't. We swam, the kids made sand castles, and then found a bunch of other kids with nets and built their own little aquarium of crabs and fish, some of whom probably survived the experience. Jack and I threw the ball around the water for what seemed like, I don't know, hours. We played whiffle ball, because as Jack said, "it's not a beach trip without whiffle ball." I floated on Jacks board with him, Emily helped Kate stand on hers.
We finished the day at Cobie's, with seafood and ice cream and some hilarious attempts at a family self-portrait -- worked great two years ago, not so much this time, though we did get a nice one at the beach. A nice family time.
I forget a lot already, I suspect. I don't remember which afternoon Kate and I went to the pool alone, but she jumped in a ton, and I tossed her around just as much, with her bobbing up like a happy cork each time. Jack and I played catch most nights, and watched an awesome display at the Home Run Derby one night...possibly the only time I have ever been really into it.
So, a lot of fun. I think we will do things differently next year -- Jack missed too much baseball, we and our "big" vacation will probably be something else. But I don't think we will be able to give up the Cape entirely. Too many good memories. And the margarita and fish tacos.
On Monday we rode bikes to Sheep Pond (we saw no sheep, I don't get it). Well, Emily and Jack rode bikes, I worked with Kate on riding without training wheels for half an hour before we got in the car and drove to the pond. I am not optimistic she is ready, granted we have only worked at it twice. She is resistant, and I can understand. Jack was a year older and a lot bigger when he finally learned. Sheep or no, the pond was awesome, Kate did her steamboat swimming and Jack and I tossed a ball around (and I tossed them, too). I think that was the night we had dinner at Guapo's, which was fantastic. Margaritas and the best fish tacos ever. I have absolutely no idea what the kids ate, probably cheese quesadillas, whatever.
On Tuesday we were pretty sun-weary and kind of took it easy. Went to batting cages and bumper boats in the morning (Jack had fun, Kate sort of sulked even though she could have done both herself), hung at the pool the rest of the day. There Kate was in her element; she loves the pool.
Wednesday we went to Nauset beach, which is on the ocean rather than the Cape side, and which had big waves and big undertow. Emily was a little nervous about the kids, but they were awesome; I won't soon forget the grin on Jack's face when the waves lifted him up on the boogie boards we bought. They hadn't really swum in the ocean before; it dropped off quickly, the waves were big, and it was pretty cool. I pulled Kate out on her board and she jumped off, said "Bye!" And swum into shore. Lots of fun for all; we stayed most of the day. The occasional scary moment with a powerful wave was part of the fun, as I guess was the big sign warning us about sharks.
Thursday was our fishing trip, where we and a bunch of other families rode out with Cap'n Kid so kids could get a taste of fishing. I don't know exactly how it was rigged, but let's just say that if fishing were this easy and bountiful all the time, well, whatever, it isn't. Jack caught 7 or 8 in an hour; so did "Kate" (in quotes because Emily and I did all the fishing, with her encouraging us). The only limit to the number of fish you could catch was the length of time it took you to remove one fish and bait the hook again. Fish-calling devices underwater? A big fenced-in area? Or perhaps a barrel? I dunno, but the fish sure were biting. And oh yeah, the kids had a total blast and beamed proudly throughout. Jack also got to hold a lobster and a crab of some sort, and swab a deck. If he put as much enthusiasm into picking up his room I wouldn't have cut open my foot on a beyblade last week.
We went to a Cape Cod League game that night. Jack watched the game with us for about 15 minutes before finding a group of kids chasing foul balls and hanging with them the rest of the evening. He was properly respectful of how fast the pitchers were throwing the ball, at least, as was I. Impressive.
Friday we finished up at "our" beach, the more sedate Cape side one with calmer water. Nobody really wanted to leave, so for 6-7 hours, we didn't. We swam, the kids made sand castles, and then found a bunch of other kids with nets and built their own little aquarium of crabs and fish, some of whom probably survived the experience. Jack and I threw the ball around the water for what seemed like, I don't know, hours. We played whiffle ball, because as Jack said, "it's not a beach trip without whiffle ball." I floated on Jacks board with him, Emily helped Kate stand on hers.
We finished the day at Cobie's, with seafood and ice cream and some hilarious attempts at a family self-portrait -- worked great two years ago, not so much this time, though we did get a nice one at the beach. A nice family time.
I forget a lot already, I suspect. I don't remember which afternoon Kate and I went to the pool alone, but she jumped in a ton, and I tossed her around just as much, with her bobbing up like a happy cork each time. Jack and I played catch most nights, and watched an awesome display at the Home Run Derby one night...possibly the only time I have ever been really into it.
So, a lot of fun. I think we will do things differently next year -- Jack missed too much baseball, we and our "big" vacation will probably be something else. But I don't think we will be able to give up the Cape entirely. Too many good memories. And the margarita and fish tacos.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Vacation, days 1-2
Jack and I and really all of us have had a pretty baseball intensive summer, so a vacation was much needed. Walking to the park for practice Friday evening we realized it was our 4th straight and 9th day out of 10 that we had walked there for a game or practice in the evening, not counting the tournament the previous weekend. So we were up for a break.
Hit the road Saturday morning, driving a good 2 1/2 to 3 hours before stopping for lunch. Went to a Wendy's that seemed so clueless that we ended up leaving to cross the street for McDonald's. Kids were happier anyway. We ate in the car and cruised into our vacation home (we call it that because we have stayed in the exact same condo three years in a row) in record time, and were swimming in the pool an hour after that.
Highlight of checking in is the kids scurrying up to their room, putting their stuff away, plotting future forts or games, reminiscing about things they played with the previous year. They have whispered conversations that last some 10 minutes before it occurs to them they could be at the pool.
At the risk of overdramatizing, they kind of almost drowned me. I pulled Jack off the edge into 8 feet deep water. Then Kate, who is fearless but not yet a star swimmer (she is good, don't get me wrong, but we watch her like a hawk in deeper water) jumped in, too. And then she had an arm around my neck and I couldn't tread water very well with her on my back. So I kind of wrenched her off me, and then Jack was there, thinking we were playing. Ultimately I got free of them and dragged Kate back into shallower water, and explained through a mouthful of pool water that I couldn't tread water with 80 pounds of kids around my neck. A little scary at the time.
On the flipside, there is a brand new bar at the pool. Boo-yah!
We had dinner at a seafood place and made Jack order seafood, rather than chicken fingers. He basically complained most of the way through an expensive plate of scallops. I mentioned that he could have had fish and chips, which he quickly (not quickly enough...) realized were fish sticks, which he loves. Sigh. Next seafood meal. Kate had Mac and cheese, and then we all got ice cream that neither kid could finish. Not the best eating day.
Back at our vacation home, Jack and I had a catch in the postage stamp back yard. And played an old school pegboard baseball game. So Ok, even on a vacation, it wasn't a totally baseball-free day. What can you do.
Day 2
Woke up late, pleasingly, and came downstairs to find Jack and Kate playing pixie sticks together, one of the old-timely games the vacation house has. We used to have the game, known as Jack Straws.
Gradually we put everything together and went to the beach. It was a glorious day. We made sandcastles. Spent a good hour finding rocks near the shoreline. Jack and Kate dug a hole, frequently stopping to check out a nearby hole three other kids were digging, to make sure their hole was better. Jack and I played whiffle ball. Frisbee. Bought hotdogs.
Kate led me out into deep water. "Daddy, will you go out into the wild with me?" Ok. she jumped in again and again and did her fish-like steamboat swim over and over.
Best part was either playing whiffle ball with Jack or finding rocks with both of them. It became a contest - is this colorful enough? Flat enough? Striped enough? Think we could have done it for another hour or two, but we were meeting friends for dinner and had to book. There were steamers, and ice cream, to be eaten.
Hit the road Saturday morning, driving a good 2 1/2 to 3 hours before stopping for lunch. Went to a Wendy's that seemed so clueless that we ended up leaving to cross the street for McDonald's. Kids were happier anyway. We ate in the car and cruised into our vacation home (we call it that because we have stayed in the exact same condo three years in a row) in record time, and were swimming in the pool an hour after that.
Highlight of checking in is the kids scurrying up to their room, putting their stuff away, plotting future forts or games, reminiscing about things they played with the previous year. They have whispered conversations that last some 10 minutes before it occurs to them they could be at the pool.
At the risk of overdramatizing, they kind of almost drowned me. I pulled Jack off the edge into 8 feet deep water. Then Kate, who is fearless but not yet a star swimmer (she is good, don't get me wrong, but we watch her like a hawk in deeper water) jumped in, too. And then she had an arm around my neck and I couldn't tread water very well with her on my back. So I kind of wrenched her off me, and then Jack was there, thinking we were playing. Ultimately I got free of them and dragged Kate back into shallower water, and explained through a mouthful of pool water that I couldn't tread water with 80 pounds of kids around my neck. A little scary at the time.
On the flipside, there is a brand new bar at the pool. Boo-yah!
We had dinner at a seafood place and made Jack order seafood, rather than chicken fingers. He basically complained most of the way through an expensive plate of scallops. I mentioned that he could have had fish and chips, which he quickly (not quickly enough...) realized were fish sticks, which he loves. Sigh. Next seafood meal. Kate had Mac and cheese, and then we all got ice cream that neither kid could finish. Not the best eating day.
Back at our vacation home, Jack and I had a catch in the postage stamp back yard. And played an old school pegboard baseball game. So Ok, even on a vacation, it wasn't a totally baseball-free day. What can you do.
Day 2
Woke up late, pleasingly, and came downstairs to find Jack and Kate playing pixie sticks together, one of the old-timely games the vacation house has. We used to have the game, known as Jack Straws.
Gradually we put everything together and went to the beach. It was a glorious day. We made sandcastles. Spent a good hour finding rocks near the shoreline. Jack and Kate dug a hole, frequently stopping to check out a nearby hole three other kids were digging, to make sure their hole was better. Jack and I played whiffle ball. Frisbee. Bought hotdogs.
Kate led me out into deep water. "Daddy, will you go out into the wild with me?" Ok. she jumped in again and again and did her fish-like steamboat swim over and over.
Best part was either playing whiffle ball with Jack or finding rocks with both of them. It became a contest - is this colorful enough? Flat enough? Striped enough? Think we could have done it for another hour or two, but we were meeting friends for dinner and had to book. There were steamers, and ice cream, to be eaten.
Monday, July 08, 2013
Another baseball weekend
Went to Rehoboth, Massachusetts for a baseball tournament this past weekend. It was a fairly crazy schedule that included five baseball games -- and very nearly six -- between 6 p.m. Friday and 6 p.m. Sunday.
Jack's first baseball tournament was in Basking Ridge, New Jersey back on Memorial Day Weekend. To the surprise of everyone, Port Chester went in and won all five games (including two playoff games) to emerge as champions. Rehoboth, though, was viewed as a much tougher nut to crack. In past years, Port Chester not only hadn't done well there -- they hadn't won a game. Last year they went 0-3 in games on Friday and Saturday and cleared out of Dodge early in the morning on Sunday.
Given that information, expectations were kind of low, but surprise. On Friday night, Port Chester simply outclassed its opponent, shutting them out in a 10-0 game that shouldn't even have been that close -- the umps incorrectly imposed a 4-run limit on runs per inning. After that easy win, the team returned to the hotel and (with temperatures in the 90s all weekend) celebrated at the pool until curfew. Lots of happy baseball players, coaches and families, and plenty of jumping in the pool and throwing kids around (to their delight). Kate probably had as much fun as Jack, which was nice.
The first game Saturday was more of the same; Pirates dominated a lesser opponent. It was a closer game (albeit not on the scoreboard, 11-0 I think), but never in doubt.
Jack was struggling a little at the plate. He started out with his feet too wide apart; got that straightened out, then wasn't keeping his second hand on the bat; then (since the whole team was drawing heat for taking strikes) overcorrected, swinging at everything. By Game 3, he was hacking a little bit (Port Chester won that game, too, though, in dramatic fashion, nearly blowing a 7-2 lead but cutting down the potential tying run at the plate in a bang-bang play to end the game).
In Game 4, he struck out three times, so discouraged after one that he came back to the bench in tears. "I stink at baseball!" he cried, as low as I've seen him in a while. Incidentally, the no crying in baseball motto does not apply to 8-year-old games. I think I would have an easier time listing the players who didn't cry this weekend -- there weren't any. I had the tough experience of picking Jack from that low point, just as the other coaches had to pick their own kids up from equal (or in some cases, worse) meltdowns. Not to mention the parents who either tried to soothe (or in some cases, caused) their own child's tears.
It's an emotional experience, for 8-year-olds, for parents, for coaches, for baseball fans. I saw parents probably going a little too far in yelling at kids, and put in impossible situations of trying to talk despondent kids back to calmness. I felt that with Jack, after seeing him as low as he was, what I needed to do there was pick him up, and dial back the advice and counsel, because he was getting so much (from coaches, teammates, and other parents) that it was simply too much -- more than an adult should have to deal with, probably, and way more than an 8-year-old should.
So I cut back on the advice, and ramped up the encouragement, and things got better. In Game 5, which turned out to be the last game, he came up with the bases loaded and us down 2-1, and got a hit off a slow roller down the third base line that he beat out. I was yelling RUN RUN RUNNNNN! and I think he was running as fast as I've seen him, but whatever else that may been said or done, he got there and was safe. He came back to the dugout after the inning (where we took a 3-2 lead) as happy as I've seen him, with a big grin and his eyes shining, happy he'd come through. I don't care if the hit had been 5 inches, but I know he (and yes, I) needed that to have happy memories of the weekend, or so they wouldn't be overshadowed by his struggles.
We lost that fifth game, though, 8-7, with the tying runs on base in the final inning as three Pirates went down on strikes. There were a lot of tears and a lot of disappointment; having won their first tournament, some players on this team didn't know what being eliminated felt like. But it was an awesome game, and the team played hard, and players all over the lineup made plays or got hits to leave us with the memory of a game that left the tournament sponsors afterward saying it was the best they could remember in several years. A pretty classy moment, even if not all the kids wanted to hold their heads high afterward. But they could have.
Three asides that should be mentioned:
I have never been so hot for three days straight as at this tournament. There was almost no shade anywhere at the baseball complex, and the dugouts that had shade had metal roofs -- much warmer in them than under, say, a tree. And we were in shorts; the kids were in baseball pants, high socks, and cleats. High volumes of water, Gatorade, juice, and water were consumed, and high volumes of perspiration were put forth. It was just disgustingly hot, although strangely none of the kids seemed to mind. Long as there was plenty of water to pour over heads, it was all good with them.
Kate no doubt doesn't enjoy the 12 hours of baseball per weekend, but she does have a lot of fun running around with the players' little sisters. And brothers, one of whom a 4-year-old she allegedly kissed on the mouth this weekend. Awesome! She was up past 10 the first night (and second straight, since the previous night was the 4th, and she enjoyed her first fireworks display), and jumped in and out of the pool, and was tossed, around 100 times. We hosted another little girl for a sleepover the first night; they were pretty cute together. The second night, though, way behind on sleep and overwhelmed with activity and other kids and baseball, she was plenty happy to just go back to the room and sleep for about 11 hours straight.
Saturday night, with the team 3-0 and having enjoyed a nice meal at Outback Steakhouse, we went to the Grand Prix Arcade/Racetracks across from the hotel. It's a sprawling collection of bumper cars, bumper boats, video games, mini golf, and go-kart racing; basically kid heaven. Jack had more fun than I've seen him doing the various racing things, just giddy with laughter at each new track. He even talked me into going onto the bumper boats; I'm sure one day a chiropractor will tell me to thank him.
Headed back to the hotel at around 11 p.m. that night, an exhausted Jack waxed philosophical on everything. "It's amazing how much my life has changed by going out for travel baseball," he said. How so, I asked. "Last year I was just at home sleeping at this time. Now I'm running around with my friends all weekend and swimming and playing baseball. It's great."
And then we got back to the hotel, this half-asleep kid went to bed, and he slept about two hours later the next morning than he had in years.
Jack's first baseball tournament was in Basking Ridge, New Jersey back on Memorial Day Weekend. To the surprise of everyone, Port Chester went in and won all five games (including two playoff games) to emerge as champions. Rehoboth, though, was viewed as a much tougher nut to crack. In past years, Port Chester not only hadn't done well there -- they hadn't won a game. Last year they went 0-3 in games on Friday and Saturday and cleared out of Dodge early in the morning on Sunday.
Given that information, expectations were kind of low, but surprise. On Friday night, Port Chester simply outclassed its opponent, shutting them out in a 10-0 game that shouldn't even have been that close -- the umps incorrectly imposed a 4-run limit on runs per inning. After that easy win, the team returned to the hotel and (with temperatures in the 90s all weekend) celebrated at the pool until curfew. Lots of happy baseball players, coaches and families, and plenty of jumping in the pool and throwing kids around (to their delight). Kate probably had as much fun as Jack, which was nice.
The first game Saturday was more of the same; Pirates dominated a lesser opponent. It was a closer game (albeit not on the scoreboard, 11-0 I think), but never in doubt.
Jack was struggling a little at the plate. He started out with his feet too wide apart; got that straightened out, then wasn't keeping his second hand on the bat; then (since the whole team was drawing heat for taking strikes) overcorrected, swinging at everything. By Game 3, he was hacking a little bit (Port Chester won that game, too, though, in dramatic fashion, nearly blowing a 7-2 lead but cutting down the potential tying run at the plate in a bang-bang play to end the game).
In Game 4, he struck out three times, so discouraged after one that he came back to the bench in tears. "I stink at baseball!" he cried, as low as I've seen him in a while. Incidentally, the no crying in baseball motto does not apply to 8-year-old games. I think I would have an easier time listing the players who didn't cry this weekend -- there weren't any. I had the tough experience of picking Jack from that low point, just as the other coaches had to pick their own kids up from equal (or in some cases, worse) meltdowns. Not to mention the parents who either tried to soothe (or in some cases, caused) their own child's tears.
It's an emotional experience, for 8-year-olds, for parents, for coaches, for baseball fans. I saw parents probably going a little too far in yelling at kids, and put in impossible situations of trying to talk despondent kids back to calmness. I felt that with Jack, after seeing him as low as he was, what I needed to do there was pick him up, and dial back the advice and counsel, because he was getting so much (from coaches, teammates, and other parents) that it was simply too much -- more than an adult should have to deal with, probably, and way more than an 8-year-old should.
So I cut back on the advice, and ramped up the encouragement, and things got better. In Game 5, which turned out to be the last game, he came up with the bases loaded and us down 2-1, and got a hit off a slow roller down the third base line that he beat out. I was yelling RUN RUN RUNNNNN! and I think he was running as fast as I've seen him, but whatever else that may been said or done, he got there and was safe. He came back to the dugout after the inning (where we took a 3-2 lead) as happy as I've seen him, with a big grin and his eyes shining, happy he'd come through. I don't care if the hit had been 5 inches, but I know he (and yes, I) needed that to have happy memories of the weekend, or so they wouldn't be overshadowed by his struggles.
We lost that fifth game, though, 8-7, with the tying runs on base in the final inning as three Pirates went down on strikes. There were a lot of tears and a lot of disappointment; having won their first tournament, some players on this team didn't know what being eliminated felt like. But it was an awesome game, and the team played hard, and players all over the lineup made plays or got hits to leave us with the memory of a game that left the tournament sponsors afterward saying it was the best they could remember in several years. A pretty classy moment, even if not all the kids wanted to hold their heads high afterward. But they could have.
Three asides that should be mentioned:
I have never been so hot for three days straight as at this tournament. There was almost no shade anywhere at the baseball complex, and the dugouts that had shade had metal roofs -- much warmer in them than under, say, a tree. And we were in shorts; the kids were in baseball pants, high socks, and cleats. High volumes of water, Gatorade, juice, and water were consumed, and high volumes of perspiration were put forth. It was just disgustingly hot, although strangely none of the kids seemed to mind. Long as there was plenty of water to pour over heads, it was all good with them.
Kate no doubt doesn't enjoy the 12 hours of baseball per weekend, but she does have a lot of fun running around with the players' little sisters. And brothers, one of whom a 4-year-old she allegedly kissed on the mouth this weekend. Awesome! She was up past 10 the first night (and second straight, since the previous night was the 4th, and she enjoyed her first fireworks display), and jumped in and out of the pool, and was tossed, around 100 times. We hosted another little girl for a sleepover the first night; they were pretty cute together. The second night, though, way behind on sleep and overwhelmed with activity and other kids and baseball, she was plenty happy to just go back to the room and sleep for about 11 hours straight.
Saturday night, with the team 3-0 and having enjoyed a nice meal at Outback Steakhouse, we went to the Grand Prix Arcade/Racetracks across from the hotel. It's a sprawling collection of bumper cars, bumper boats, video games, mini golf, and go-kart racing; basically kid heaven. Jack had more fun than I've seen him doing the various racing things, just giddy with laughter at each new track. He even talked me into going onto the bumper boats; I'm sure one day a chiropractor will tell me to thank him.
Headed back to the hotel at around 11 p.m. that night, an exhausted Jack waxed philosophical on everything. "It's amazing how much my life has changed by going out for travel baseball," he said. How so, I asked. "Last year I was just at home sleeping at this time. Now I'm running around with my friends all weekend and swimming and playing baseball. It's great."
And then we got back to the hotel, this half-asleep kid went to bed, and he slept about two hours later the next morning than he had in years.
Monday, July 01, 2013
Movies
Jack's game was rained out so we had the afternoon off. Kids (well, Jack) had been asking to see Monsters University, so I loaded them into the car and we were off.
Parked and rode the escalator up. Kate ran up, Jack lingered at the bottom looking at posters, I was kind of halfway to each of them. Eventually we congregated and got in line. Apparently I thought it was the 90s or something, because at the cashier for matinee tickets for two kids and one adult, I held out a $20. It was $31.00. Would have been $10 more for 3D. I also held out a $5 for popcorn. It was $8. I am old, and apparently senile. Jack noted that we got free refills for our livestock sized popcorn. Will your baseball team be joining us?
We sat in the very back, which is more than close enough. Jack was into the popcorn up to his elbow, while Kate ate her share, too. They were entranced by the previews, with Kate saying "I love this movie!" at every one. The animated short beforehand was, uh, slight.
The movie was filled with monsters, scary to Kate in parts. She climbed into my lap about 8 times. This is because after 10 minutes, my leg goes to sleep and I have to put her back into her seat. Then a monster shows up, and she sidles her way back onto my lap. And she does not sit still.
At the end of the movie, a song came out for the credits, and Kate gets up and dances. A lot. Jack: "Kate, what are you doing?" Kate: "I'm dancing!" And continues. Jack shrugs and joins her. I consider getting my free popcorn refill, because I don't think I got much of the first bag.
Parked and rode the escalator up. Kate ran up, Jack lingered at the bottom looking at posters, I was kind of halfway to each of them. Eventually we congregated and got in line. Apparently I thought it was the 90s or something, because at the cashier for matinee tickets for two kids and one adult, I held out a $20. It was $31.00. Would have been $10 more for 3D. I also held out a $5 for popcorn. It was $8. I am old, and apparently senile. Jack noted that we got free refills for our livestock sized popcorn. Will your baseball team be joining us?
We sat in the very back, which is more than close enough. Jack was into the popcorn up to his elbow, while Kate ate her share, too. They were entranced by the previews, with Kate saying "I love this movie!" at every one. The animated short beforehand was, uh, slight.
The movie was filled with monsters, scary to Kate in parts. She climbed into my lap about 8 times. This is because after 10 minutes, my leg goes to sleep and I have to put her back into her seat. Then a monster shows up, and she sidles her way back onto my lap. And she does not sit still.
At the end of the movie, a song came out for the credits, and Kate gets up and dances. A lot. Jack: "Kate, what are you doing?" Kate: "I'm dancing!" And continues. Jack shrugs and joins her. I consider getting my free popcorn refill, because I don't think I got much of the first bag.
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