Sunday, May 16, 2010

Spring Training

Today marks the first game of Tim's baseball season. It will be a long season -- a lesson I learned the first year he played. He will have games on Wednesday nights and Sundays. Sometimes he will have double headers. Will we see much of him on those days? Probably not. And the only person not complaining around here about it is Tim himself.

Actually, I was the one that suggested Tim take up baseball again. I asked my neighbor if her husband knew of a league, and he did. I thought it would be good for Tim to get out and play some ball, meet some people, expend some energy and burn some calories. I didn't know at the time that the baseball season took up almost 6 months of our lives, or that Tim could potentially ingest more calories in the parking lot of the baseball diamonds than he burns playing catcher.

The year Melina was born, I think Tim missed only one game. And it wasn't because of me or Melina. Actually, I managed to deliver her in the wees hours of a Thursday morning. There was no game that Wednesday prior, and I believe he made it to the game the following Sunday, since my mom was visiting. How is that for timing? Dedicated player, dedicated wife :)

But, Tim enjoys playing, and therefore, it is worth it. I am guessing he feels the same way about me going out for multiple runs as I do about baseball, and I guess that is the story of marriage -- being able to compromise, right? Let's hope the season goes well for them.

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Speaking of spring training, Aaron's last day of school is Friday. Therefore, Friday afternoon is the start of potty training (or potty learning as people are wont to say these days) for Melina. I think she says potty when she is urinating in her diaper. And I can tell when she is making a bowel movement. I think it needs to be taken care of this summer. I'll let you know how it goes.

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We have a load of pictures to post. I am going to put Tim on it, and they will be here soon!

Friday, May 7, 2010

My Mom is Special!

Zoe came home today with some special mail for me, in honor of Mother's Day. Inside a nice card she made, were two special sheets of paper. The first one was a fill-in-the-blank sheet of paper, while the second one was a poem, partially written by Zoe (her teacher had them fill in some blanks but then printed it out nicely from the computer in poem format). Both of them were very sweet, so I thought I'd share them here.

#1:
My Mom is Special!


My Mom's Name is: Christina
She is special because: She is nice.
I like it when my Mom: takes me to McDonald's.
My Mom can do many things! I think she's best at...teaching.
My Mom has a pretty smile! I like to make her smile by...helping her.
My Mom is as pretty as a...princess.
My Mom is smart! She even knows multiplication (So funny, no?).
I'd like to tell my Mom...She is the BEST cook EVER! (Her capitals, not mine)
Signed Zoe (followed by 3 hearts)

The following poem made me realize how important it is to watch what you mutter around the house. Thank goodness I am usually pretty good about what I say.

#2:
Mommy

Nice,

Loving,

Kind,


Wishes to have a clean house,

Dreams of me cooking dinner every night,

Wants to go on a vacation.

Who wonders what I'm up to.

Who fears me getting hit by a car.

Who is afraid of bears.

Who likes hippos.

Who believes in the Golden Rule.


Who loves me, Talia, Aaron and Melina.
Who loves Daddy.
Who loves her Mommy.
Who loves her Daddy.

Who plans to go to Disneyland.
Who plans to watch me graduate.
Who plans to potty train Melina.

Whose final destination is a happy life.

Love, Zoe

The poem really did capture many details about me. I do like hippos, and always complain about the mess around here. I've said "I need a vacation!" too many times to count, and have definitely stated that "someone else can do some cooking sometime" as well. I do wonder what Zoe (and the rest of the clan) is doing; I had a dream a long time ago that Zoe got hit by a car; we speak about the Golden Rule often. The rest of the poem is spot on! As much as I complain that my kids are not listening, I think they must be (or at least Zoe is!), as evidenced by this poem.

I thanked her for the special words and told her how lovely it all is. I think I should also thank her for enlightening me, and making me realize that maybe, just maybe, the kids are listening, and maybe, just maybe, I am doing something right.

Happy Mother's Day!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Recital Time!

The girls started piano lessons in January. They love playing the piano and participated in their first recital at the end of April. As luck would have it, we made it to the recital on time, but forgot our camera. Luckily, a friend of the girls also takes lessons from the same teacher, so her mother took photos for us (thanks, Sandra!).

Due to seating arrangements, photos were taken from the back. Unfortunately, I do not remember who was wearing pink and who was wearing blue. So take your pick as to which twin is shown below! Neither one seemed very nervous, and each played their piece without the use of the piano book. Great job, girls!



The girls also do some singing with their teacher. The teacher gave Zoe and Talia vests and hats and lollipops so that they could sing "On the Good Ship Lollipop" together. The girls have great voices, but because they were so quiet, it was hard to hear. They still looked cute though, if I might say so!




P.S. In the photos above, Zoe is on the right, Talia on the left.

You Know They Meant Well, Don't You?

You know those people that try to help you out but really just bungle things? I know you know someone like that. The person that tries to help you clean up ends up making things dirtier. The person that puts away your dishes ends up putting everything in the wrong place so that you have to spend double the time finding the dishes AND putting them away again...in the right place this time. The person at work that wants to help you with your project, but in the end, makes it such that the project takes twice as long and isn't anything like the outcome you envisioned.

Don't ask what prompted this, but nod your head in solidarity with me. Chuckle, smirk, and take a sip of your coffee; thank the good Lord that you haven't had that happen to you in a while. Sit back and say thank you for little blessings.

But in the end, even though you'd rather say "No thanks!" the next time a person offers help to you, I bet you'll still say "Thanks" and accept the assistance. It might be out of good manners, but for me, I think it also has to do with the idea that the person cares enough about me to want to help. And therefore, my way of saying "Thanks" to them for their thoughtful actions is to go ahead and let them help. Now, will I be able to find my car once that person has parked it for me? Probably not. But hey, they certainly "meant well" didn't they?!?