Clover Lane

This yogurt is so perfectly applied to his face I'm beginning to wonder if he does it on purpose.

My June (I better get going) reading list:
Iris Krasnow (she has 3 books).
Sue Bender, Plain and Simple...the author experienced my dream of living with the Amish for awhile.
Mary Pat Kelly...Galway Bay, a gift from my mom. I love historical fiction.

Patrick has really been tough the past week. Whether it's molars, transitioning from 2 naps to 1 (1 is not enough and 2 is too many), the busyness of the household with the kids all home, WHATEVER...he's been really wearing me out. ANYWAYS, my mom came up for a day. She scooped him up and held him like a baby, (trust me, if I would have done that he would have squirmed out of my arms in a second), and just lay there, like the little 30 pound angel he is, gazing lovingly into her face, completely relaxed for a long time. I couldn't believe my eyes

Isaac had a great game the other night. Well...as far as winning goes, not so great. But as far as HIS pitching goes, fantastic.
Of all the sports my kids have played, I can watch baseball endlessly. I love it. I love being outside, summer evenings, the little kids playing in the dirt and begging for money from the snack bar. Most of the time I can't watch the entire game...Jeff and I take turns chasing Patrick, but just being there is enough for me.
I am so proud of this kid. He's half the size of his peer group, and if you don't think that's a big deal, you don't know sports. Last year, a kid who weighed 3 times his amount collided with him while he was at 2nd base, and I swear it looked like a cartoon. Isaac flew up in the air, touched the moon, and landed flat black down in the dust. The entire baseball park gasped and I seriously thought we'd need an ambulance. He shook it off, and stood back up and kept playing...with a smile on his face. These other kids are men, really. He never shows that it bothers him in the least, and doesn't use it as an excuse. And he's just as good.
We are proud of you, buddy.