Softball Success!

So my first softball game ever was last night...well, thats not entirely true. I think i played one season as a little kid inwhich i remember passing out from dehydration behind home plate and had to be carried off the field. not sure if i even finished the season....

so anyways, back to last night. We get to the field and it is thundering and lightning. If you live in miami you know the lightning i am talking about....giant bolts of lighting that you KNOW are striking the ground somewhere in the vicinity. THE GAME BEFORE US IS PLAYING!!!!!!!! are they crazy? yes, lets swing big metal bats around in an open field during lighting. just brilliant. and it was raining..not hard, just enough to make everything slippery. so anyways, its my first game. i dont know anyone and had told the captain that although i am athletic, softball isnt exactly my best sport, in fact its not one of my sports at all. my goal for the game was to hit the ball...not necessarily far or well, just in front of me. i didnt care if it was caught or they threw me out, all i wanted to do was HIT IT! so, wisely, the captain puts me at the bottom of the batting order, i have never played and wasnt all that concerned about where in theline up i hit. and he sat me out the first inning while we were in the field. all ok with me. i couldnt do any damage on the bench :) So the second inning comes around and he tells me to switch with the girl who was playing catcher...i said, no, i'll go in next time. so i sat again, which was fine. i couldnt screw up if i didnt play. Third inning that we are up to bat. I'm up, i am increadibly nervous. first pitch......i swing and *DING* I HIT THE BALL!!!! and i hit it well!!!! yay!!! I made it to first. SWEET! didnt get farther than that as next 2 batters were out and there was one out before me...but i hit the ball and made it to first base. SO then I was put in right field, should be ok. as long as the ball doesnt go threw my legs or something else embarrassing. One ball came towards me which one hopped itself to me (i caught it) and i threw to second....adn it made it without going over his head or bouncin g on the ground.

and then the game was called, we were down too many runs for them tp let us continue playing. oh well, we lost, but i not only hit the ball, but also made it to first and fielded the only ball than came my way. yay. i think i deserve a cookie. :)

my dog ran away.....

So Coco, my dog, was staying at the in-laws while e and i were in RI. We were going to take her home after our softball game last night. I was at my friend Lindsay's so EJ and Amelia could play and we could hang out. We were having a great time when I got a phone call from E.

E: "your dog is missing"
ME: "What do you mean, missing?"
E: "She was laying under the table at my parents and there was a huge clap of thunder and she disappeared, my dad cant find her" (FYI: my dog is TERRIFIED of thunder)
ME: "UH, ok, i'm on my way"
E: "I dont get out of work till 5 so I can meet you then"
ME: "um, ok"

So i got all our stuff together and headed to my in-laws, trying not to speed as I was upset and I had the baby in the car. I got there and drove around the neighborhood and looked and looked and looked for more than an hour. One pass by my inlaws I saw my mother in law running to their house from down the road......she yelled something inspanishand grabbed a leash and instead of gettin gin my truck she ran down the street while i drove, very slowly, next to her.

we found her, big sigh. yay. Some of you know that my dog to me is almost like a child (not quite that strong, but yes, I am one of THOSE people). i was increadibly upset and SO relieved to find her. so that was the drama of thursday...i am super happy she's ok and didnt get hit by a car or forever lost. oh, and the funny thing is that she was 3, yes THREE houses down from my inlaws.

Home At Last

after a long, but good week back home in RI. I will blog more later, i though i was up for the task of writing now but am exhausted and am looking forward to my bed. yay.

the longest day ever..

so my flight shouldve landed in rhode island at 7:20pm last night. i got to the airposrt at 1:30pm. My flight was delayed. we left the ground a little after 7pm. for those who cant do the math that would be 5 1/2 hours in an airport with a 1 year old. and then a 3 1/2 hour flight. he did surprisingly well waiting. I rented out a couple of kids to entertain him. the little girl was 7, the little boy was 3. (i didnt really rent them out, but they were waiting too and they played with the baby for like 2 hours.) worked out well. on the plane he fell asleep before we even left the ground. YIPEE!!!! i couldnt believe my luck, a sleeping baby after an exhausting day. my child is the best.

fast forward and hour into the flight. the person in front of me pops open a soda can. the baby just about jumps out of my arms. and my luck just ran out. we fussed an dcried and whined for 45minutes (but not screaming like another child) and then played for the last 45 minutes. not so bad. he was happy and smiley at 10:15 while we were getting off the plane.....all smiles while getting the rental car and when we go tto my dads....and then when i put him to bed i think he realized how unbelievably tired he was and screamed until midnight.....then finally fell asleep. then up at 1:42am crying again but only for about 5 minutes......and up to start the day at 6:50am. lets just say that I am exhausted.

countdown..

T-minus 4 hours and 20 minutes till take off.....

and there was virtually no nap this morning.

can you tell my excitement?

it is boiling over with anticipation.

and it doesnt help that i have a history of panic attacks relating to flying. :)

WOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO

hhmmm...

So not only do i have to fly alone with a go go go jumpy, squirmy, cranky when he's confined child, we now get to throw in sick to that category as well. oh goody, its going to be a fabulous week. He's coming down with some sort of cold and is miserable. we have snot bubbles coming out of the nose (cute i know) and lots of tears when waking up now probably becasue he cant breathe not to mention the teeth coming in that i know are bothering him. super. and we will be far away from the comforts of home and his own crib and all his toys and throw him into an unfamiliar environment. yay. oooh, and lets also throw in the hectic schedule i always have when going to RI driving from one end of the state to the other usually at least once a day. poor thing will probably be even sicker by the time we get back home next week. super.

Flying with baby...

So I'm flying home next Wednesday with the baby. One of my closest friends is getting married the Sunday after i get home. Congrats Jon!! Anyways, that means me and the baby flying home....alone...without E. Ugh. He will probably fly up just for the wedding but that means i have to deal with the baby solo on the actual flight. So far flying with the baby hasnt been horrible, but it definately hasnt been relaxing! And I am forseeing a hectic, exhausting flight this time. My child isnt exactly the "cuddley, just want to hang out on mom's lap" kind of kid. He is a "oooh, whats that, lets pull that down, oooh, something else, lets rip that apart, oooooooooh, I wanna go over there" kind of kid. He never stops moving, whether its crawling, cruising, squirming, anything that is not still. so, flying should be a blast! anyone know where I can get some baby tranqulizers? JUST KIDDING for anyone who thinks I might have been serious. The only time he actually sits still for a minute or two is when I read him a story before nap time or bedtime, and even then its short-lived and occasionally non-existent. so yeah. i am SO looking forward to it. i will probably end up standing in the galley in the back of the plane with the flight attendants like last time. he doesnt cry or complain but it is super exhausting just standing holding a 20lb baby for 4 hours. woo hoo. anyone want to join me?

haha.