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What handsome boys I live with! You can tell that one of them is a cheeky monkey. Don't be fooled by the calm exterior of the other--he is more than able of gettin' your goat (what does "gettin' your goat" mean, anyway? we'll look it up and report back. yes, it is possible to be both cheeky and nerdy; ask any of us ;o)
At any rate, recently Philip's school had a sport fan day, so he came out dressed in an England strip, only he had originally chosen the red side (I know--a reversible sport shirt; what does that do to the work of laundering stains and odors?). OP promptly said, "It's a shame I don't have a red England shirt." "You have a red England hat," we said. "Papa, wear your white England shirt like mine." Philip does not have a white England shirt and OP's is very stained, so they settled on blue. And aren't they the devilishly handsome pair?
Yesterday OP was invited to join with another T-ball team to sing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" during the 7th inning stretch at the Gauchos game. Here Philip catches "...three strikes, you're out..."
Last week we attended the last T-ball game of the season, followed by the team party at the local pizza parlor. OP enjoyed the pizza, as is evident from his marinara, slightly toothless grin, and happily added the trophy to his growing collection. During the party the coach made a few comments about each player as he passed out trophies. After some time, the team mom brought out the coach's present and asked Oliver if he would help to give it to the coach. Once he understood she wanted him to hand the gift over publicly, Oliver staged himself in the center of the room and prepared to make a speech. When we had gathered the attention of those in attendance, he began, "I think we had a good season. It was good for me, and it was good for some of the rest of the players. And I'm glad to say that everyone made improvements during the season..." There were a few more words, but his parents were getting nervous at this point: how long would he go on? was he about to say something uncharitable about fellow players? will he remember to thank the coach? So we both started whispering, "And thank you, Coach," both to make sure the sentiment was included in the speech and bring the speech to a close. Thank goodness our budding orator got the message. He thanked the coach and sat down. Whew!
Over the weekend we pitched our new tent for the first time. We camped for one evening on one of the most beautiful weekends we've had in the last couple of months. It was warmer than we expected, so we were not adequately prepared. OP played in the ocean with shorts and underwear--sorry for the lack of photos, but you can be sure there was much frolicking about. Philip and I were stuck in jeans and closed toe shoes. But we made up for it by having good food, great company with friends, and proper coffee in the morning. Oh yes, and there was, of course, baseball at the campground.
During the first inning of yesterday's game Oliver came tearing out of the dugout toward the stands instead of toward home plate for his first at-bat. "Mom, my tooth, my tooth." It had finally come out--persuaded, no doubt, by not a little wiggling while waiting for his turn to bat. I put the tooth into my pocket and returned to watching the game. His pronunciation is mostly unchanged, but certain words do seem to require a little extra effort, such as "toothless." He's a happy boy. In his mind, losing a tooth is the best, most important thing to have happened to him since getting a new baseball glove.
Yesterday Philip accompanied Oliver on a trip long overdue to the local public library to obtain Oliver's first library card. We have, of course, been planning this moment since OP was about 4 years old. He's been worried about fitting his name in the little box provided on the card.
Finally it was time. He filled out the application himself, including his full name, address, and contact information (mama's). Then he checked out six books (there's no limit)--all about baseball!
What handsome boys I live with! You can tell that one of them is a cheeky monkey. Don't be fooled by the calm exterior of the other--he is more than able of gettin' your goat (what does "gettin' your goat" mean, anyway? we'll look it up and report back. yes, it is possible to be both cheeky and nerdy; ask any of us ;o)
