Baseball blues

Sorry for the lack of postage here lately. We’ve been at the ballpark for the past two nights, so I’ve been too tired and too depressed to blog once I got home.

My son is such a trooper. He was a total gem all three nights we had him at the ballpark this past week. Everyone commented about how good he was. Sometimes, I worry that I take him for granted. Some days just seem really hard with him, especially now that he’s starting to show some frustration at not being able to communicate exactly what he wants.

Here’s a shot of the boys with the sign Tim made (all by himself):

We had some good, clean fun with my Uncle Bobby and Aunt Beth the first night, then Uncle Bobby brought up one of his friends the next night. My uncle is one of the biggest Cards fans that I know, so it was really nice to be able to treat him to a couple of games.

Even though we’ve enjoyed going to the games (alas, the Cards lost both nights, however), we haven’t gotten jack done on the furniture moving since Tuesday night. And we’ve decided to just relax tonight. So it’s crunch time tomorrow.

Can I just say how much I love baseball signs? You know, those funny gestures that the coaches make to tell players whether to take a pitch, bunt or steal? I mean, who comes up with these things? Do they watch old Three Stooges movies for inspiration? I always expect to hear “The Curly Shuffle” whenever these guys get going.

Tonight, we went over to Tim’s brother’s house to celebrate his daughter Mackenzie’s eighth birthday. While opening gifts, her six-year-old cousin remarked, upon seeing that one of said gifts was Scooby Doo: The Movie, ‘That is the funniest movie that I have ever seen in my entire life.’ I was like, ‘Wow. That’s saying something.’