Tis' the season for shiny, brand spankin' new black cleats, stinky socks, and dirt covered boys.
I love every moment of it.
Charlie (6) and Jack (5) are both playing T-ball together this year. One team makes for one happy mama. Same practice, same game schedule, and time to practice playing with each other and not against each other like they may or may not do at home.
Seeing them out there in their uniforms makes them so official as big kids.
Don't even get me started.
I'm weepy about seeing my two youngest babes like that. They may be more interested in playing around than playing the game, but that's what I love about T-ball. Actually, they played hard and I was proud. You know, the mama's heart bursting at the seams kind of proud.
I'm a sucker for moments.
When spiked fevers and green snot seized the house, we relied on what we had in stock. In our casa it's rocks and minerals.
Which turned into a rock and mineral store. This teacher mama loves natural learning moments. Charlie wasn't messing around in his pricing. Who needs a lemonade stand anyway? That's so 1985.
Lady is starting to adjust. Our sweet girl is needing a lot of love and reassurance that we are the real deal. A good hairstyle makes all of girls feel better, right? Good thinking, Charlie. Now she just needs a mani and pedi for an extra self esteem boost.
Oh, and for the record I live with boys. Lots of them.
I hope you have a fabulous week, friends. Enjoy the moments.