Mother's Day and T-ball

Today was a beautiful, sunny Mother's Day.  My mom gave me a lovely hanging basket of petunias, and Sean and the kids gave me some camp chairs that I wanted, gardening gloves to replace mine that have holes in the fingers, flowers for the garden, wind chimes which I have wanted since my last ones broke, Scentsy wax, candy, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers.  Very lovely.  We went to dessert at my moms' house last night and dinner at Cami's house tonight.  Both were full of deliciousness and great company.  Even though I hate Mother's Day, I love my mom, and I love my kids.  I give thanks for them all every day.  And I'm grateful to Sean's mom, because she raised a good son.  And because she likes Diet Coke and puzzles and likes to read so therefore she's automatically all kinds of awesome. 

Josh's baseball practice went well last week.  Lexi is a somewhat different story.  It's OK, she'll go and play, and she doesn't make me stay right by her every second, just every other second, but she's clearly not that into it.  She was sitting on the ground out at second base, picking grass and putting it on her legs, with her mitt and hat off, and I turned to Courtney and said, "Clearly, I think this may not be her game."  Courtney was like, "Ya think?" The sucky thing about t-ball is that it is no one's game.  It's boring for almost every kid, even the ones who really like it.  T-ball probably should not actually exist, really, if you think about it.  The kids in the outfield don't have the skills yet to do much, and they can't understand the strategy and rules of the game quite yet, and I get that t-ball is there to start teaching them.  But, basically, it's just a bunch of kids standing around in a field, not knowing what to do, waiting around until it's their turn to bat, hitting a ball, then running wherever and whenever someone tells them to.  And doing a lot of standing around again in between the running. Baseball is weird in that it doesn't get fun until the kids know what they're doing.  Other sports, like soccer and basketball and football, as long as you get playing time you can have fun while you're learning how to do it.  Anyway.  

Not too much to report.  The garden has started popping up.  Sean's been working quite a bit.  Courtney and Brittney seem to have their hands full between school and work.  Courtney's summer term started this week.  Chemistry and math.  Gross. 

I really feel like writing, but I don't have anything to say.  No, that's not true.  I don't have anything that I feel like writing about.  If someone called me up on the phone right now and asked me how much I hate Mitt Romney and why, or what I think about gay marriage, or why I plan to vote for President Obama, or what I think about the new mandatory 72-hour waiting period for abortions, or how stupid I think the city of Layton is to rezone all the farmland in West Layton and force the owners to sell so they can build a giant Gateway-style mall there, or how I feel about a nuclear power plant being built along the Green River, or how tired I am of high school kids, or why Brantley Gilbert is so hot, or anything else, really, I would be happy to talk about it.  I just don't really feel like articulating it in writing.  But, sadly, it's after 11:00 at night, so it's doubtful that anyone will be calling.