Hmmmm....
Where to begin? I guess I'll start with T's tournament this weekend. His first game was at 8:30, which meant we had to be there at 7:30, and the field is about a half hour away. We dragged the kids out of bed, got them dressed amid much crabbing and whining, and headed out. They both fell asleep in the car on the way, and we woke T up about 15 min. before we got there, so he could be non-comatose for the game. Alex and I dropped Husband and T off and went to find a Starbucks. Luckily, the gods were smiling on us, and there was one about 2 minutes from the field. After that, I looked back and Alex was sound asleep! I went to McD's and got him a sausage mcgriddle, and we headed back to the fields. I sat in the car, hoping he'd wake up, and making several attempts to talk to him and make him wake up, and then just gave up and watched the game from the car while he slept. It wouldn't have been worth it to wake him up and deal with the crabbiness. T didn't play a whole lot in that game, which was probably a good thing, since he was so tired. The guys were outclassed by this team, and lost 15-0 (I know) but that team ended up winning the whole tournament, so they were goooood. The second game was right after the first, and was way more fun to watch. The teams were pretty evenly matched, and we won 5-2. We then headed home for a four hour break, and all of us just lay around in front of the a/c because it was 90 degrees by that point! We went back for the 5:30 game, and played one of those teams with the rabid fans with weird sweatshirts with things like "Caiden's mom", "Aiden's sis", "Grayson's mom's divorced brother in law" etc. written on the back, and matching team-colored hairbows (not so cute on a 30+ year old with dyed platinum hair and a fake tan/boobs like most of them were) and cowbells. The boys on these teams tend to have a bunch of stupid chants too--"We wanna double, just a little double, we wanna triple just a little triple", etc. We lost 10-5, and I was just happy to get the hell outta that heat, and away from those annoying people. That night we went to Wendy's and in the drive-thru, the woman who was working there turned around to her co-worker and said, "OH, damn" about something. Alex, in the back, piped up, "Mom, did she say the D-word?" . I was pissed, and she saw that, so she says, "I mean, DARN." After that, when the girl brought our fries to her, she said, "It's about fucking time." I could. not. believe. it. You can bet that Wendy's co. got a blistering email from me, after listening to my kids question me about it all the way home. The next day, we went through the same morning routine, tired, grumpy kids, etc. and played one game at 8:30. It was already HOT out, and T played the whole game, so he was tired. We lost and were done for the weekend. Our coach is looking for some smaller tournaments that have no teams who are competing for the little league world series attending, because being beat SUX. It was fun anyway, and the next one is in two weeks, way far up north. We'll probably get a hotel, because we can NOT drive an hour and a half in the Tahoe back and forth. We'll most likely save money if we figure out gas money vs. hotel expenses by spending the nights there.
T's EEG was a disappointment. His neurologist called me yesterday (on a Sunday...way to freak me out) and said that she was seeing a different type of seizure activity than before, and wasn't sure if it was because of a different EEG tech, more electrodes, etc. so she wants him to have an MRI. He's never had one, so she just wants to see if there is an underlying cause to these seizures. I was panicking, and thinking "BRAIN TUMOR" of course, but she said that if it was a tumor, we would have figured it out long before this, since he's had seizures for 5 years, and has no other symptoms. She is looking more toward bundles of nerves that are irritable, and therefore cause seizures. I asked her if the chances that he'll grow out of it are still there, and she said that they are, just not for a couple of years. Hopefully the MRI shows nothing scary, and his treatment will continue as is, since he's been seizure free for 3 years on this medication and is doing fine. He's pissed, of course, because he hates taking his meds, but hey...it makes him a normal kid so that's what matters!
We had our end of season party yesterday afternoon after we'd collapsed for awhile after the tournament. It was at a local park, where we played most of our games, and we sat in the shade (it was 95 degrees), ate potluck, cooked bbq, and visited while the kids played soccer in the hotness. The parents were so happy with our photographer's pics that I downloaded and printed. Each kid got about 10-15 pics, and a baseball frame with their name, number, and team name, plus a pic. One of the moms made ball holders (lucite, shut up) for each kid, with their name, number, and 'game ball' so they could have their team mates sign their game ball and put it inside. It was really fun, and the parents were so thankful. We were too...this was the BEST group we've ever had in six years of running a team. Most of the 12 year olds will be back with us next year to move up to Pony division, and we'll pick some up from another team that's merging with us. Husband will also coach Alex for his first year in PONY baseball next year. Two teams, two jobs, what the heck, why not?
