...but so will all the other teams in the T-ball League.
R had his first T-ball game this weekend. He's a player on the Cubs, in our city's baseball league. The unofficial motto of the T-ball League is "'cause it's 1! 2! 3! strikes, (you're still not) out at the ole' T-ball game."
With unlimited swings, and no losing team, every team will be undefeated and get a trophy at the end of the season. Wish everything in life had those sorts of rules, don't you?
While we took in R's first step toward baseball glory, our neighbor was getting two trees cut down in her yard. This left two humongous mulch piles which seemed to entertain G all weekend long.
This weekend was a welcome respite after the following week in which we discovered we had hail and hurricane (yes, Hurricane Ike came to Ohio last fall) damage to our roof and siding. We also had G scheduled for his ear tubes surgery (R's reaction to the surgery: "you mean they put *real* tubes in his ears?? Like paper towel tubes?"), which they canceled the day prior due to his having had a croup episode just a couple weeks ago.
I'm off to have dinner at Shannon's tonight (thanks Shan!), but the meals for the week will be:
Not-So-Sloppy Joes and some sides, TBD
Clam Sauce Pasta with Artichoke Hearts, Mushrooms and Blue Cheese
Chicken Satay and Pea Pods
Greek Chicken Burgers in Pitas with Cucumber Salad and Hummus
A belated Happy Mother's Day to all those moms out there-