Today started out like any other day with school, work and cleaning around the house. But when we left to go to Xander's t-ball practice it was so nice outside. The weather was so great and we didn't even need to wear the jackets we brought with us. We just can't wait for summer to roll around here at our house.
Xander's practice went well and he hit the ball again. But just when Mom starts to think he has the hang of it, he is in the outfield with his mitt over his face. The sun was in his eyes but he was still day dreaming out there. He did get sad at one point because they have one little boy on their team who actually runs. When the ball is hit he runs towards it no matter who is in his way and so he got the ball more than once before Xander could get a chance. He is enjoying this sport though. He smiles so much more than when he played soccer with less crying. So that is a good sign.
We left straight from there and ran over to the church. The young womens are making pajama bottoms for girls camp. Just as Mom was trying to help a girl cut out her patter Dad showed up. Mom was happy because sewing with four little ones around is easier said than done.
So Dad came home, got showers done, scriptures, stories & the kids were in bed on time. While Mom stayed at the church until almost 9:00 helping these girls with their sewing. It was a fun activity and for the most part the girls got done what they needed to. Mom did have to bring some of the pajamas home to finish for girls that don't make it to young womens right now.
Mom has a funny story though. Well on Monday Dad was teaching a self defense class at one of the high schools. One of the girls in our ward goes to that school and at young womens was asking if he has been to her school. She told him that he was there this week. She asked if he taught a self defense class. When Mom replied yes she just started laughing. Well, during the class he was teaching these kids how to defend themselves and hold a stance so you are stable & strong. He asked one of the girls to kick him. She gave him a little pat. He kind of laughed and said, "Come on, kick me." So she gave it her all and kicked him just below the knee in the shin. Dad didn't move and looked at her saying, "Wow you kicked me really hard." She was about to cry and asked if she could go sit down. For the rest of the class she had ice on it. Well the young women in our ward knows her and said that she may have even broke her foot. Sad to say, that when Mom came home and told Dad he couldn't believe it. But he did hear a snap when she kicked him and he knows just how hard she kicked him. He is supposed to go back tomorrow and now he is a little nervous about teaching another class. Hopefully there is no law suits involved. But how can Dad get blamed for her kicking him so hard. (Only time will tell)
Xander's practice went well and he hit the ball again. But just when Mom starts to think he has the hang of it, he is in the outfield with his mitt over his face. The sun was in his eyes but he was still day dreaming out there. He did get sad at one point because they have one little boy on their team who actually runs. When the ball is hit he runs towards it no matter who is in his way and so he got the ball more than once before Xander could get a chance. He is enjoying this sport though. He smiles so much more than when he played soccer with less crying. So that is a good sign.
We left straight from there and ran over to the church. The young womens are making pajama bottoms for girls camp. Just as Mom was trying to help a girl cut out her patter Dad showed up. Mom was happy because sewing with four little ones around is easier said than done.
So Dad came home, got showers done, scriptures, stories & the kids were in bed on time. While Mom stayed at the church until almost 9:00 helping these girls with their sewing. It was a fun activity and for the most part the girls got done what they needed to. Mom did have to bring some of the pajamas home to finish for girls that don't make it to young womens right now.
Mom has a funny story though. Well on Monday Dad was teaching a self defense class at one of the high schools. One of the girls in our ward goes to that school and at young womens was asking if he has been to her school. She told him that he was there this week. She asked if he taught a self defense class. When Mom replied yes she just started laughing. Well, during the class he was teaching these kids how to defend themselves and hold a stance so you are stable & strong. He asked one of the girls to kick him. She gave him a little pat. He kind of laughed and said, "Come on, kick me." So she gave it her all and kicked him just below the knee in the shin. Dad didn't move and looked at her saying, "Wow you kicked me really hard." She was about to cry and asked if she could go sit down. For the rest of the class she had ice on it. Well the young women in our ward knows her and said that she may have even broke her foot. Sad to say, that when Mom came home and told Dad he couldn't believe it. But he did hear a snap when she kicked him and he knows just how hard she kicked him. He is supposed to go back tomorrow and now he is a little nervous about teaching another class. Hopefully there is no law suits involved. But how can Dad get blamed for her kicking him so hard. (Only time will tell)
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