I had another one of those Wishing-I-Could-Freeze-Time moments this morning. I was dropping Ethan off at his daycare after taking Ryley and Grace to preschool. Ethan’s daycare provider, Ronnie, took care of Ryley and Grace when they were younger. She watches five boys under the age of 5 now (with help!!!). I constantly tell her I don’t know how she does it. Boys are just so DIFFERENT! This morning, I was actually envious of her time with those boys. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore my daughter, and love her with all my heart. I am so blessed to have a girlie-girl. It makes my prissy heart happy to know I will have someone to get mani-pedi’s with, go shopping with, bash boys with, lunch with, buy a prom dress for, plan a wedding for………I never thought in a million years I would so love having sons. They might play in the mud and bring it all inside on my newly cleaned floors, they might color on the walls/chairs/tables/comforters/appliances, they might not be able to speak below rock concert volume, but oh how I am so in love with my boys!
Anyways, I was dropping Ethan off at Ronnie’s. I was walking out the door and looked back at Ethan sitting on Ronnie’s lap getting his good morning squeeze, and he was looking off at the other boys who were already there (she has two Ethan’s, two Aidan’s, and a Bradley), the sunlight was coming in the window onto his blond hair, and his blue eyes were just so blue today with his blue outfit on……He looked like a little angel. I could see the dirty and crooked halo, but he looked like an angel nonetheless. I wanted to freeze the moment. I thankfully can still picture it in my head. He is growing up so fast. I put him in a romper this morning, baby blue with cars on it. I realized when I had that moment that it’s really a baby boy outfit, and doesn’t quite go for him anymore. Time to retire that cute little outfit to the donation pile. Just have to tell you something on the side…..Ethan is learning to talk. He’s not very good at it, which makes it even cuter. He can’t say much, but specifically can’t say cat or any version of kitty. And he LOVES cats. He has taken to calling them “babadee”, and follows them around saying “baaa” like a sheep, instead of meow. I don’t know where any of this came from. He has two cat books….as soon as he sees them, “babadee”. I love to hear his little voice! Okay, done with that. Thanks for listening. I just find it so cute that I had to share!
I have never been a team-playing athletic person. I love sports, watch baseball, football and hockey religiously, did gymnastics, swimming and cheerleading in high school, but just not athletic as far as playing those field sports. But since having boys, and realizing that our lives are going to involve soccer, baseball, basketball, and whatever else they might choose to play, I have made an effort to play more. My husband and I joined a group of our friends in forming a coed softball team. You want to hear the worst parts? A) I am UTTERLY TERRIFIED of the ball (I mean, really afraid of the ball……I flinch at feathers if they fly at my head or near my face!) and I really HATE playing softball…..it’s dirty, there are bugs all over the field, etc. Why am I doing this, besides my boys? A) My best friend is the coach and I do enjoy spending time with our friends and my husband goaded me into it by telling Jennifer in front of me that I wouldn’t do it because I was afraid of the ball! I let my own pride be my downfall. Last night, I struck out……TWICE! I am not proud of this, and thank goodness the game was late so we left the kids at home and they weren’t there to see their mother’s softball demise. I dread Monday nights now, and can’t wait until the next 12 weeks are over. I wanted my kids to see Mom trying something she normally wouldn’t do, something that maybe I’m not the best at but am willing to do my best. I want them to have active lives, so we lead physically active lives as an example. Ugh….I really hate playing softball!