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Feb. 16th, 2009 10:23 pmWe didn't go to the movies on Sunday. Instead, I slept in way later than I wanted to, took Sam out to get clay for making a volcano model for school. She wants to make it errupt, but has nothing in writing on the assignment, so I'm a bit leary about going all Brady Bunch with it.
It was also Mike's 19th birthay. Sam helped me pick out some cards, Brandon suggested that Mike would like Call of Duty for the Wii, and I slipped some money in one of the cards as Mike had mentioned he'd like to get some clothes to his mom. When I took Sam home, Mike was out. Some of his friends were taking him out to eat, so we just unloaded my van and I went home.
Saturday I registered Sam for baseball. She had the option to play softball, which would have been on an all-girls team, but insisted that she wanted to play baseball, which is going to be co-ed. So Sunday we got her a glove, ball, bat, and a pitchback (no, not this one, a much, much less expensive model) so she can practice when the snow finally goes away. I had a pitchback when I was a kid, so I'm all too familiar with how finicky they can be. I hope to be able to translate some of that experience into more realistic expectations for Sam with the one I got her.
It was also Mike's 19th birthay. Sam helped me pick out some cards, Brandon suggested that Mike would like Call of Duty for the Wii, and I slipped some money in one of the cards as Mike had mentioned he'd like to get some clothes to his mom. When I took Sam home, Mike was out. Some of his friends were taking him out to eat, so we just unloaded my van and I went home.
Saturday I registered Sam for baseball. She had the option to play softball, which would have been on an all-girls team, but insisted that she wanted to play baseball, which is going to be co-ed. So Sunday we got her a glove, ball, bat, and a pitchback (no, not this one, a much, much less expensive model) so she can practice when the snow finally goes away. I had a pitchback when I was a kid, so I'm all too familiar with how finicky they can be. I hope to be able to translate some of that experience into more realistic expectations for Sam with the one I got her.
