baseball, frustration, and organization

Man, I haven't posted in a while. I feel like I have had ADD all week. Probably because I should be preparing my talk for our upcoming Standard's Night and I haven't. Have you ever felt like that? I know that I need to be prepping but at the same time I can think of a thousand other things that need to be done right now. Anyway... I pounded out a pretty good rough draft last night so I feel like I can sit and type for a second.

William loves baseball. If we tell him that we're going to the "baseball place" it's almost like Christmas for him! He gets so excited and can't stop talking about it all day. Before we can even leave the house William makes sure we all have our baseball hats. Rich, being the baseball fan that he is relishes these moments. So whenever we get the chance to go (read get free tickets) we seize the opportunity. Tuesday was one of those days. William had a blast playing on the playground and making new friends, watching baseball (briefly) with Rich, and looking for the mascot. I was watching William play on the playground and turned to look at James for a brief minute (does this sound familiar?). I looked up just in time to see William rounding the corner of a nearby building! James and I ran as fast as we could, and when we caught up to him he told me that he was just going to watch the baseball game! He was pretty upset that I wouldn't let him go over there by himself. We hade a night of baseball fun and afterwards we stopped at Braum's for some ice cream cones... who doesn't love ice cream?

Another favorite thing of William's (and Rich's) lately is X-men. One morning I woke up and William told me all about how dad had given him his "X-men book". He loves to read it and the other day he read it to James. These are sights that I love to see. However, the other day I left William and James reading on the couch and the next thing I hear is screaming. I peak around the corner and James is no longer on the couch but on the ground! William later came up to me and said meekly "Saw-we I hurt James's fee-wings." Sweet... but you hurt more than feelings I believe! James is a good sport though and puts up with the abuse.

And while I'm thinking of William-isms... Occasionally Rich will load William into the jogging stroller and take him on a ride. They always have adventures on their runs and so when they returned home from a brisk jog last Saturday morning I asked "How was your run?" to which William replied, "dang good". Ha! And then yesterday after James' doctor's visit (which went well... he's in 80th percentile for height and 50th for weight and head) William tripped on the way to the car. He was really more concerned about his spiderman sticker than the fact that he fell. As we got in the car I asked if he was alright to which he exclaimed "Yeah, but I just got pust-uh-wated (frustrated.)" (I guess he's heard mom say that one too many times.)

And another trait he no doubt gets from his mom... Although he can make a mess like this (and worse) in no time flat...

...he also likes to be organized. I bought these bath toys for him last week. Every night at the end of bath time he lines these sea creatures by color up on the wall (except for the star because "it's a star in the sky"--of course). Now if I could just get him to organize the rest of his toys...