Playin' Polly Pockets, Makin' the All-Star Team, and Goin' to a Bees Game!

I've decided that I need to spend more time with my kids so when Kolbie asked me if I wanted to play Polly Pockets I couldn't refuse. I spent the next hour on the floor in the family room with Kolbie and her Polly Pockets. I have very few memories playing with toys (or doing anything else) as a child, so I didn't really know what to do but Kolbie was a great teacher. We talked about what outfits Polly looked best in, and what was "bad" fashion. I asked Kolbie why she liked playing with Polly Pockets, and she said "I like playing with my friends, but this time I like Polly Pockets because I'm playing them with you Mom." Wow! Since being sick, I've spent a lot of time looking back. Wishing I had done something else, or been someone else, but I'm sick of it!! Obviously Kolbie wasn't wishing that I was anyone different. She accepts me even though sometimes I'm not the best mom. You know what? Kolbie tells me all the time that I'm the best mom ever. I never believe her because of my insecurities, but maybe I'm just what she (and the rest of my wonderful family) needs.

Last Saturday was closing ceremonies for Chris' baseball league. He was very, very nervous. Last year, despite his best efforts (he had a pretty significant slump towards the end of the season) he didn't make the All-Star team. This was a first for Chris. He was heart-broken, and as his Mom I was mad. But that was a year ago. Greg and I had known for about 3 weeks that Chris had made the team, but we decided to not tell him. We wanted him to find out at closing ceremonies. When they announced the team, I loved that huge smile he had on his face. He's so proud of that cheap trophy. But the best part was after closing ceremonies. It was announced that there would be a meeting for players and parents. I told the girls to stay up on the bleachers, and I went out on the field for the meeting. I walked up to Chris and gave him a big hug and told him how proud I was of him. I turned around when I heard some yelling behind me. The sound was my girls running, full steam ahead, toward Chris yelling: "YOU MADE IT, YOU MADE IT, YOU MADE IT!!! WAY TO GO!! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!" The girls came running the jumped into Chris' arms. Watching that, both Greg and I got a little teary. Greg and I have been criticized about how much time we spend at the ball park, but let me tell you something: We have spent allot of time at the ball park. As a family. During that time, my kids have become each others biggest fan. They console each other when something doesn't go right, and cheer for each other when things are good. Chris went and cheered for his sisters, just like the girls cheered for him. That time spent at the ball field is happy time, with a few exceptions that revolved around one or two individuals. I love the memories and friends that we've made at the ball park (either baseball or softball). Watching that on Saturday showed me that my kids love it as much as I do!

I asked Greg what he wanted for Fathers Day, and he would always tell me nothing. Until he announced that for Fathers Day he wanted to go to the Bees game as a family. We all thought that sounded great, so we got tickets and headed to Franklin Covey Field last Saturday evening. We all had a great time!!! We ate nachos, churros, ice cream, popcorn, burritos (Greg had a burrito! At a ball game! I'm a purist! Burritos at a ball game? Come on!) and drank soda. We cheer and argued about calls. There were some amazing hits, and amazing plays (there was one at the plate that was pretty great), and we had an amazing time. We watched fireworks and the kids ran the bases. Greg got obsessed with what the grounds crew was doing, and learned he needed to listen to his wife more, she's very wise. And I sat and watched it all, completely amazed with my family. We got home late, and missed Sacrament Meeting, but we had a great time!

I sometimes don't thank God enough for my little family, but I adore them all. They give meaning to my life and who I am. I don't mind being known as Greg's wife and Chris, Kate and Kolbie's mom (but I do need to be acknowledged for my own accomplishments sometimes). I thank God for the blessing of my family. I must have done something right sometime in my existence to deserve them. As the kids grow up, I sometimes wish I could go back and do some things different (I'm told that this is normal) but I love the age they are right now. The evil monster call "TEENAGE DRAMA" is starting to show up more frequently now, but that's okay. We'll work through whatever he dishes out. I guess the point of this blog is: I ABSOLUTELY ADORE MY FAMILY!!! My sexy husband, and my beautiful, smart, funny, amazing kids!!