Wow! July already...it makes me feel sick to my stomach. Wait, that might be the heat. It has been a record hot summer in StL. We have spent the last two weeks in triple digits and couldn't even shoot fireworks on the Fourth of July. In all my life I have never felt anything like this. Mother Nature is making a strong case for Global Warming.
Anyway, we have been extremely busy this summer. So far, we have survived one of the two weddings (gracefully, I might add.), endured many camps and an unbelievable amount of ball games. Not one game of my entire softball season was rained out, that is how dry it has been. We have been to KC, Nevada, and Evansville. As a family we have taken up golf at the neighborhood Country Club. Looking ahead we have my sister's wedding, an All Star Game for Carson, numerous appointments to prepare for back to school, and a soccer camp for Maisy. CRAZY! Jeremy and I realized this week that we have not been out alone since April. While we love our children more than anything, I think we are both craving some adult time.
Carson is turning 9 on Monday. I cannot believe it. My shy little Momma's Boy is not so little anymore. His feet are almost as big as mine! He is still smart, shy, and inquisitive, but has developed a wicked side to him that really disappoints me at times. His patience with his sister is nonexistent, and it breaks my heart for her. He has played great baseball this summer and is loving golf. All around he is a true joy. I am very proud of the little man he is becoming. Maisy is all about gymnastics. She goes twice a week for an hour and a half. She LOVES it! She has joined a little team and is happiest when she is upside-down in a handstand, headstand, cartwheel or pullover. She continues to be a social butterfly and hates to miss out on anything. She adores both of her brothers and handles their physical and verbal
assaults like a true warrior. She is a little rough around the tiara that is for sure. Boys better watch out! She just recently lost both of her front teeth. While the gummy smile is priceless, it brings big change with it. I am not ready for that. My little Knox is a trouper. He has spent so much time in the heat at ball games it isn't even funny and probably not healthy. He rarely throws the typical two year old tantrum, but is very rational when he does. He will tell me when he is all done being mad and goes right back to his happy self. I have loved spending time with him this summer. He is so funny and silly. He loves to play make believe and cuddle. He roots around all over me as I lay with him at bed time. He is in a big boy bed now and has handled it like a dream. He has yet to get out of bed after we lay him down. He loves to play in the dirt and ride his bike. He loves Tom and Jerry, chocolate milk (mokat milk), suckers, and being read to. He is a really fun kid.
Here are some photo memories...
Knox loved his tux once he saw all the other guys in theirs. He wore it all night and was devilishly handsome. He made it down the aisle during the ceremony, but covered his eyes with his hands. He said, "all those people looking at me." Then he spent the entire ceremony in the aisle bulldozing the flower petals into a pile. I couldn't get him to move. The photographer loved it, so I hope there are some cute pictures. Sorry, Heather.
Maisy was a precious flower girl, along with her cousin, Ava. They had a lot of fun. Maisy got surprisingly teary during Heather's dance with Dennis. She cried and told me she never wanted to get married and leave home. I have serious doubts about that one. Carson maybe...Maisy not a chance.
My handsome men...love them so much!
I just loved this picture. The girls were in awe of Heather and the whole wedding experience. It will be a memory that stays with them forever. They loved it!
Heather was a beautiful bride and so happy. I am so glad she found a good guy to share her life with. Happy times!
Team on the Road
My little softball star! I was so proud of Maisy. She played her heart out on that field. She hustled after every ball and made numerous outs. She understands the basics of the game and wanted to win. She hit great. Until the last game she had gotten on base every at bat the entire season. She struck out every time she was up in the last game. It was the hardest moment I have had as a coach. Since I man the pitching machine I couldn't give her a pep talk after the strike outs. It was terrible. She fell apart mentally and I couldn't get to her until the inning was over. I hated that feeling. She kept her composer, but was devastated by the strike outs. She is super competitive. I love it!
