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Play Ball!

(Soccer, that is!)

Today was Crackerjack's first soccer game - ever! And he did very well, considering this was his first time playing organized sports of any kind. (At one point he ran up to Bill on the sidelines and said, "Daddy, how come if I've had no training, I'm this good?" Lol!)

He got his team shirt (he was hoping for red; his team's purple), as well as his cleats, shin guards and a brand new size 4 ball ... all a boy needs for a whole season of soccer. I'm so glad he had a great day ~ and as you might be able to detect in his candy-apple smile, he got ice cream as a treat after the game. :)

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Sorry this picture is kind of blurry and bright. My camera batteries died just as I got this picture off. Goodness, what a fun age. Lost teeth, independent reading, First Communion, and soccer. It's good to be seven-going-on-eight!

And oh, yes, there is that other kind of spring ball game going on - The Red Sox are playing the Yankees tonight! We're letting the boys stay up to see a bit of the game, even though they're plum tuckered out! But the western sky is still pink, the windows are open, and there is a faint smell of charcoal on the cool evening breeze ...

Yes sir, I'd say spring has sprung. :)


Big Plans for a Little Guy

We like to get to Mass early so we can get seats up close, get all settled in, and take some time to look around. Crackerjack loves to watch the altar boys lighting the candles, especially. This past Sunday, as this was happening, he turned to me and said:

"Mama, how old do I have to be to be an altar boy?"

"Well," I replied, "In our church, you must be 10 years old. Why? Do you want to be an altar boy someday?"

"Maybe." he said, and he went back to watching the candle-lighting. Our Pastor came out to attend to some matter and Crackerjack turned to me again.

"Mama, how old do I have to be to be a priest?"

"Oh," I said, "You have to be a grown-up man to be a priest. Why? Do you want to be a priest some day?"

He looked at me and smiled that Crackerjack smile.

"No, Mama. Don't you remember? When I grow up I'm going to be a baseball player with Brother. We're going to play for the RED SOX!"

It's good to plan ahead! :)


With Apologies to New Yorkers

Since the turkey vulture encounter took up most of our afternoon yesterday, we ended up missing the first several innings of the Sox game! But that's o.k. by me ... I am much happier that we spent those hours out of doors. :)

The whole cookout thing never happened either because A. it started raining around four, and, B. I forgot I had put a pot roast in the slow cooker that morning ... Crackerjacks_shirt_3

It all worked out well in the end ~ we enjoyed an exciting day watching those vultures, the pot roast tasted great on a cool rainy evening, and the Sox beat the Rangers 7-3 !!!

In case you can't make out Crackerjack's shirt, it reads, "I support two teams, the Red Sox and whoever beats the Yankees." (Hence the apologies!)

Of course, the Yankees won last night too, so in the spirit of good sportsmanship,  congratulations to all!


A Sure Sign of Spring

Good luck to our beloved Red Sox, on this, their Opening Day!! We face the Texas Rangers thisRed_sox afternoon at 2 p.m, with Schilling on the mound ...

We'll all be wearing the appropriate fan attire today, and yes, breaking early to watch the game on TV! An added bonus ~ dear husband is working from home today ... hmmm, I smell a cookout coming on! ;)

And so it begins ...


He's Lucky I Love Him!

Dear husband just walked in from his Saturday morning haircut, his face solemn as he prepared to deliver the bad news:

"Honey," he said, "You're not going to believe this. The Patriots? Now, they're trading Brady!' (As in Tom, the star quarterback, and my favorite athlete.)

My face fell, along with my heart, and I just stared at him in disbelief ...

Fortunately for me, it was only a joke; fortunately for him, he was out of arm's reach ...

April Fool's!