Making memories

Our extent of outdoor play is limited, to say the least. The only time I go outside is if I'm in a pool or walking to my car. Even checking the mail waits until the sun is near going down. I thought it might just be me being pregnant and feeling like I'm in a constant state of "Stop, Drop and Roll" because I'm so on fire. But I know it's not just me because everyone's talking about how we're over 20 days in the triple digit heat and looking up the forecast is the biggest waste of time because there is no end in sight.

At the beginning of the summer, I ordered the boys to play outside right after breakfast for at least 20 minutes but they would only last 10 minutes and I gotta tell you, I don't blame them. It's brutal! One evening the boys really wanted to play catch with their daddy. It was after 8:00 p.m. and we actually made it outside to tolerate it. But these boys were craving some much needed outdoor time.

 

 

With the t-ball season over (THANK YOU JESUS!) it was good practice to throw and play catch. It seems now that the season is over, Nolan's actually got a pretty good idea on how to work that glove to catch the ball. 

Campbell, on the other hand, just loves to make the meanest pitching face he can to intimidate the opponent. But for every mean face, he has a super sweet face.

 

I'm SO getting payback from the torture I put my mom through...my favorite phrase as a kid? "Mom, watch this!" But it usually was more like this...

"Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, MOM! Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Moooooooooooooooom, watch this!" 

They loved getting to have that time outside because it feels like it's been months since we've done it. And getting some quality time with Dad was probably the best part of it.

Shortly after this, Justin took them to see a Fort Worth Cats game all by himself while I was on my girls' trip. I thought he'd lost his mind but he said that they absolutely loved it. Guess I just needed to be out of the picture and give them some male bonding time.



Of course, it wouldn't be a typical evening if someone didn't get hurt.

But that can easily be fixed by just acting like you're going to bite their face off. Silliness seems to work a lot better than being overly sympathetic in our house. It must be part of raising boys.