Before I start with my regularly scheduled posting, I’d like to say a huge “Thank you!” to everyone who stopped by yesterday to read about Liam and Kaiden. The support and love were overwhelming. I shared all the comments with Renee, and she truly appreciates each and every one.
I will be sharing another inspiring story next Monday, so I hope you’ll join me. Actually, I’d love to have you join me every day 🙂
My micro preemies were having a rough day today. I’m not sure if they didn’t get enough sleep? Maybe they are getting their 2 year molars (FINALLY!) or maybe it just was an off day. What ever it was, there were tons of tears, lots of whining, and generally unhappiness with the world. It’s tough being 3, I guess.
It was a little chilly, but the sun was out, so me and my Dad took all three boys to the zoo. We didn’t take into account that school was still in session for a lot of kids, so it was CROWDED with field trips. Not the ideal situation, but we pushed on. Train ride was first. This was the last of the happy faces.
After this, one didn’t want to get off the train, one wanted popcorn, and one just wasn’t happy. OK. Maybe that was all the same one. He had a major tantrum, throwing himself on the ground.
So, we got popcorn, strolled around, got slushies, and saw tons of animals. It was not pleasing anyone, so we cut our loses and headed out. Everyone needed a nap badly, including Mommy.
I was going to try to get the twins to sleep extra long so they could go to their older brother’s first T-ball practice. Even though they slept pretty long, 2ish hours, it didn’t seem to be enough.
The whining and crying, and general melting down continued. Luckily, Grandpa volunteered to come back, so both me and my husband could watch the oldest at his first T-ball experience.
I’ll have to admit, I was a little worried about my son and T-ball. Until yesterday, he refused to practice with anyone (Me, Dad, and Grandpa all tried,) did not want to put on a glove or even throw a ball around. I was afraid we were going to have a rough night.
I was wrong!
He got super excited about seeing all his friends, he really liked the new little glove I got him (it’s the cutest little glove I’ve ever seen,) and was actually excited to go play.
We left the crying twins with Grandpa, and headed to the practice/game. Since it was the first night, they just explained the rules and showed them how to catch, throw, and bat. They warmed up (jumping jacks and my son haven’t figured each other out yet,) ran the bases, practiced hitting off the tee, and working with the glove for catching. It was super funny and wonderful to watch.
I was so happy that he actually had fun, and wants to go back. Now, if we can just get those twins in a good mood, we can all go as a family next week.