I'm cutting out Boomerangs and Sheep..

I'm cutting out Boomerangs and Sheep today.. I've got one day of Bible verses and the Sheep already finished. I'll be making railroads tracks.. or something that resembles a railroad track, I hope, this weekend.. oh and I have to make my poster, and make another game, and cut out another 200 boomerangs with Bible verses on them, and I have to finish cutting out some really cool Bible Verse reminder card thingys.. only 100 of them.. and finish making up the stickers.. Wooo It's Vacation Bible school time again. Can you tell.. Can you smell the elmers glue and the snacks?.. Isn't it grand.. I love this time of year.. I love the running and preparing and trying to think like a 6 yr. old and like a 14 yr. old.. LOL I try anyway.
This year our setup is a little different.. We usually have classes for the respective age groups.. homerooms so to speak.. the kid's would go to Worship Rally, then to the "home room" for the Bible story and an activity.. then would go on a rotation to "missions", snack, crafts, and music. They would then return to "Home Room" for the final 15 minutes and there would be activities and questions to re-enforce the Bible lesson of the day.. This year We are doing the Worship Rally and then all the kiddaroos (giggle) will be rotating to each area, Bible story, crafts, snacks, missions, and music.. Even the young ones will be rotating.. just like the big kids.. Fun, Fun, Fun... So Each Bible study teacher only has to learn a story or two and then plan some activities for each group of students.. This will be fun and challenging.. I haven't taught 5 yr olds in Bible School for years.. and youth, never.. I wonder if teenagers like to hop like kangaroos around the room? or play toss the boomerang? I'll find out.. I have the Story for 2 nights.. I am Blessed with wonderful helper teachers who are preparing to dress in character and tell the story.. I just have to do the activities to go along with them.. I have found some fun things to do. I'm glad.. hopefully the youth will still speak to me after next week.. Bible school starts on Sunday night..
(July 19) oh my, Bible school starts on SUNDAY NIGHT... I still have Bible verse stickers to make (my idea) and railroad tracks to make.. I sure hope they look like railroad tracks... my talent is slim to none in the decorating/cutting out duties...
Our Theme, did I tell you? Is the Boomerang Express.. We will be in the OutBack of Australia.. learning that "It all comes back to Jesus"... I have searched high and low.. I have not one thing that is khaki or looks Outbacky to me.. I thought about trying to do an accent.. I'd be good for a while especially with the "gooday mate" but then would loose my train of thought and revert to something that sounds like midwesterner lives with hillbilly..
LOL I love to get into character.. and since I won't be one of the Bible Story Characters I have come up with a plan.. I'm going to be a safety Official at the train station.. Our Bible Study room will be decorated like a train station.. our passengers will be stopping by on their way to other areas of Australia.. I bought a really cute and obviously popular florescent orange and yellow (with reflective tape) vest.. I have an equally attractive old straw hat.. I'm hoping that will help me remember who I am.. the first night of Bible school I'll have to have the kiddaroos help me remove sheep from the tracks.. (why I need to make train tracks).. both nights I'll have the kiddaroos help me watch for some special guest riders... Peter, and Rhoda... Safety first you know.. safe to Ride the Express train.. and Safe in the Arms of Jesus.. Safety involves being aware of the dangers (sin) and making sure that you follow the rules (God's way) to stay safe.. the best way to do that is to Follow Jesus..
I'm still working a few things out.. but that's the gist of it.. My favorite night, Is when as part of our teaching, I get to share how We can follow the ABC's of becoming a Christian..
Accept (that we are all sinners) Believe (that Jesus died for us, took all our sin on himself, and that God raised Him from the dead) Confess (repent of our sins and ask Jesus to come in our hearts and be the boss of our lives) It's an exciting time to share with children about the great love God has for them.. My favorite part is always sharing with the kids who want to know more.. or have decided they want to follow Jesus and accept Him as their personal Savior.
I guess Vacation Bible school holds a special place in my heart.. I came to accept Jesus as my Personal Savior through a neighbor asking if our Susan could go with them to Bible school.. that was 27 years ago.. through vacation Bible school I got involved in attending Bible study and Worship.. within a couple of months of my first attending, my brother Keith died in a fishing accident.. the one thing I knew that I needed the most.. was to Know, not just hope. I needed to Know that when I died I was going to Heaven.. I had heard bro. Bob preach it every Sunday for 2 months.. "you can know that when you die you are going to Heaven" I wanted to know that .. I told God right there in the Hospital chapel that I needed Him.. I needed to Know that I would be in Heaven with Keith someday... I attended Church on that next Sunday.. hoping it wasn't to late for me.. I didn't know everything.. but I knew enough to know I was lost with no hope of ever getting to Heaven on my own.. I walked the aisle during the Alter call/ invitation and asked for help so I could accept Jesus as my Savior..
Today my our daughters and their children are all Believers... All because of Vacation Bible School..
yep, I love it.. every hectic, glue filled, child laughing, koolaid smiley faced, singing, Bible story telling, Childing accepting Jesus as Savior, Minute of it...
Look for Vacation Bible school.. get your kids involved.. get aquainted with the folks there.. you never Know.. God may just get a chance to show YOU how much He Loves You.. Got to get back to my boomerangs and sheep..
Good on ya, I'll see ya there mate..

Happy 40th anniversary Apollo 11...

It was July 20, 1969.. I was 11 years old and all was right with the world.. The summer was warm, I was in Ohio at a family reunion.. most of my papa's siblings and their kids were there, along with some of the youngest grand kids.
Most of Papa's family members didn't have TV. They still don't.. some days I think they really did have the right idea.. their kids don't spend countless hours in front of the tv or video games.. they read, and play and use their imaginations, they even play outside.. yes, shocking, I know.. but it's true.. anyway.. My Aunt Vi and Uncle Romie had a big farm in Ohio.. They raised a few sheep, and grew acres of the best peaches in the world.. anyway.. they had a TV... Of course it was never on when there were guests at the house. I'm not really sure now exactly how it all came about.. but Uncle Romie was right on top of the news and I'm sure knew that the moon walk would be on that day.. all us kids were outside playing.. some kid game I'm sure.. I don't remember now, but I do remember being called into the house with all the other kids.. Us kids all gathered on the floor in front of the TV. The adults did a huddle too. I remember the old black and white set.. that little box where you could see such amazing things.. We were all about to see THE most amazing thing.. A man walk on the moon. You could have heard a pin drop.. I think we all held our breaths as that first leg came down on the ladder then the other one.. not long after the foot that touched the Moon and those famous words.. "One small step for man, a giant leap for mankind".. It was truly Amazing.. I'm not sure how long we all sat there... not long I'm sure. I know the adults talked about it the rest of the day. Us kids, well we went back to our playing.. I remember Uncle Romie telling me I could have a lamb to take home. I just couldn't understand why I could not have a lamb in town. I knew it wouldn't get any bigger then our dog.. LOL I remember watching that footage of the walk over and over.. that and we watched all the stuff.. riding in that cool moon vehicle, (can't remember what it was called right now) , and the golf balls being hit.. LOL it was something..
Husband's Great Uncle Dewy was positive that the moon excursions never took place.. "they had just taken the stuff to a big movie lot somewhere and staged the whole thing" he would say.. I was surprised to find out that some folks really believe this.. Me, I believe men walked on the moon..
I can remember as a little girl looking at the big moon.. my Papa would take me up in his arms and tell me the moon was made of cheese.. that or he would have me wave at the "man in the moon"... either way.. I loved the moon. it was so pretty and bright.. comforting in it's own way.. This spring during an especially beautiful day.. I could see the moon, so big and so close and in the daylight.. I grabbed my camera and snapped a few shots.. I waved at the man in the moon.. told him not to eat all the cheese.. and I remembered the "one small step for man, One giant leap for mankind"... and a Sunday in 1969 in a living room, with the family.. watching a miracle.. an amazing thing.. man walking on the moon...

"The Picnic".... An American Tradition..

PICNIC AT THE LAKE....

Isn't it funny how some things just seem universally American.. Well, to me they do.. I'm sure there are picnics at the lake, beach, park, etc all over the world, in many countries that we all could name.. maybe in some we couldn't.. but still to me, in my world.. I just see Picnics at the lake/beach as American.. Maybe because our favorite picnic is on the 4th of July with Family..

It's quite a ritual, our favorite picnic day.. Not necessarily for us... but the following is always done.. the names sometimes change from year to year.. but someone takes over these duties..

1. Someone must cowboy up and be at the lake, crack of dawn, to secure picnic tables and our traditional spot.. That someone is usually an early riser and happy to be out at the lake while it's still cool ... (NOT)

2. Someone has to call all the family members with the "chosen Meat" so appropriate side dishes can be volunteered or assigned to each family.. Some family members have a "dish" that is a must for them to bring.. I broke the tradition this year. Our resident Baked Bean maker was sick from an abscessed tooth... so I volunteered to take on the traditional picnic dish.. there was little complaint.. LOL unlike the year I decided to take on the potato salad .. that was a fiasco in the making.. I thought I would cut corners and save time.. I made the sacred dish with instant mashed potatoes.. very unacceptable as I was to find out.. Not because there were complaints.. we are way to sweet for that.. no one wants to hurt any one's feelings.. there were just a few, "who made the potato salad".. when I said " I did, and can you believe I used Instant potatoes"... there would be a sweet smile.. then an almost imperceptible "turning up" of the nose.. I was to soon learn that "cutting corners" on timeless, traditional favorites was NOT a good idea...

3. Someone usually tries to remember to bring all the stuff we forget we will probably need..

tablecloths aka: the best clean sheets we can find on short notice, serving spoons, ice, radio, tire pump for inflating beach toys, ice, grill, charcoal, ice, condiments, ice, band-aids, ice, assorted beach toys, ice, onions, extra beach towels in case someone forgets one, and ice...

4. Someone usually tries to make the kids a special, fun, beach type dessert.. usually depends on how hot it's going to be...

5. Someone usually the same person, makes sure all our favorite games (for the adults) are brought out and set up.. it use to involve a volleyball net, ball, horseshoes, and a Frisbee... now that we are all older, it involves a "hillbilly/ladder golf" set.. no one wants to see us running and jumping up in the air to spike the ball... we are afraid if we tried to jump in the air, our support hose would fall to our ankles, our fat would fly in weird directions.. and well, to be honest.. we are afraid something would break..

We all meet up eventually... kids are suited up and slathered up with sunscreen... adults are hosed down with bug spray.. allergy meds are taken and the blankets and jackets are at the ready for anyone who is a bit "chilly".. As soon as the brother's... my dear husband and his brother get set in their chairs.. the stories begin.. all of us listen.. the younger ones talk of jobs, their latest college classes, where they are heading on vacation, if the gardens are growing, and what new movie the kids want to see...

We all catch up on what's been happening since the last time we were with "the family" for some it's only been a few weeks.. for others it was Christmas, or the "Family Picnic" last year.

6. Several Someones usually make sure to get some really funny pictures.. there are threats of posting them on facebook or some other social networking site.. but they are idle threats.. We just pass them around at the next "family" function...

What a wonderful American Scene.. I see it repeated countless times over the summer..

all my "friends" pages are full of picnic poses, and adventures... I can't begin to imagine how many hot dogs, brats, and burgers, will be grilled out at "the lake" this summer.. or how many giggling kids will take their first steps into that "chilly water". or how many Dads and Mom's will spend time trying to blow up that" favorite" water toy.. or finish the last bit of the sandcastle..

who could ever count the many times the "ole fishing pole" will be baited up and sent out with a kid or three... bucket in one hand, worms in the other.. trying to catch a "big un"...

There will be countless games of volleyball, Frisbee, and gator golf... Buckets of sun screen will be applied... and many will still need to "put something on the sunburn"... Boats will be set in the water.. the Brave ones will attempt to water ski, some will ski like pros, some will think they just "drank" the entire lake.. some, will wish their suits were tied on better.. (big grin) you know who you are...

Yep, a totally great American tradition.. "The Picnic" at the lake, in the summer... with the family.. and friends...

I hope you get to experience one soon...

I'm A Yankee Doodle Dandy...

I'm a yankee Doodle Dandy, Yankee Doodle do or die. A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's, Born on the 4th of July."  Well born in March. 
I find that as I become Older; I'm more and more aware of all that Living in a Free country means. I hear it said a lot these days. "Freedom Isn't Free". I've learned over the past few years how very true that statement is.
A few years ago I found myself writing a letter to the Troops I had adopted from the Troop Support group I belong to. Over the years I've tweaked it for the passing of time, but it still conveys what's in my heart. It's as true today as it was then.  If you are serving, or have served, in the Military; this Thank You is also for you. Grab your coffee, your Flag, and let your eyeballs get a little wet. 

~~~ Dear Marine, Soldier, Sailor, Airmen, Guardsman, 
"Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light what so proudly we hail at the twilight's last gleaming". This is one of my favorite Patriotic songs. I was just listening to my favorite Patriotic Music CD and started to tear up a little. You may not know this, but I'm a big Crier and as usual I started to tear up just a little. You see I think the Flag and what it stands for becomes more and more precious to me.

I remember as a little girl seeing it in my kindergarten classroom at school. Every day our Teacher would show us how to hold our little hand over our hearts and then we would say the Pledge Of Allegiance. I was so proud that I was one of the first ones to memorize it. 

Later, as a teenager, I would stand with my Papa and singing at the top of my lungs, "The Star Spangled Banner" at the Detroit Tiger baseball games. Hand over my heart watching my Papa with his hat and hand over his heart. He told my brother, Keith, and I how it was very improtant to always show the up most respect for our Flag and the Freedom it represented.

Years passed and I didn't think much about freedom or the flag. Then my grandmother died. Grandpa had died when I was little. I received the letters he wrote home to his Father and brothers during the first World war. I read each one. How precious they were. Then, A new thought. My Grandpa had been in the war. He hadn't gone overseas, the war had ended just as he had been scheduled to leave. Still, my Grandpa had served our Country and Stood beside the Flag. He conveyed over and over in each letter the pride he felt serving his community and his Country. 

I later married. My husband Ken was a Vietnam Vet. I never knew what that meant until I experienced his first nightmare, the startled looks when a firecracker went off, the anxiety he felt when there were to many people and no wall to keep his back against. I came to understand more at a reunion with 2 of the men Ken served with in the Jungles of Vietnam. That day was when I realized that war forges a bond of brotherhood that can never be broken. And I also realized that the Soldier can leave the war, but the war never leaves them.

Later I watched as three of our Nephews joined the Military. They were making a career of it. We were so proud of them. There was the Flag right next to them in those photos they take in Boot camp. We had other photos like that. Ken's brothers and a few cousins. All Served.

A few more years passed, and I heard that my cousin Tommy was in the Marines, and his brother Greg was serving in the Navy. We all talked about how great it was for them to the training and the schooling that the Military offers. 
Then the Gulf war began. Tommy was sent to the Gulf. His wife, and both families were planning a huge "Welcome Home" party. So was the community of Milford Mi; where Tom had been in contact with one of the elementary school classes there. Tommy came home, but not to a party. 

Lance Cpl. Thomas Robert Tormanen made the ultimate sacrifice. The Flag covered his casket and was gently folded and given by a "Grateful Nation" to his widow and infant son. 

Now that old Flag had the Blood of one of mine. Those red stripes were more then just a colored piece of cloth. They were a sacrifice that was very real to me. The letters from Tommy to the class at the elementary school in Milford were full of stories and always included how important fighting for our Freedom was to him.

Time moved on and a New Flag emerged for me. That Flag was raised by some Fire Fighters after Sept. 11th. I was honored to become part of a group who sewed one of the Nation's largest flags as a memorial to all the people who had lost their lives in terror attacks. The Flag is now displayed at a memorial museum in Oklahoma City. I stitched 4 squares each holding a name for that Flag. 2 from the Towers and 2 from the USS COLE. 

Then came Iraq and Afghanistan and I was able to fold little pocket flags for our Troop boxes along with others who are members of the Troop Support group I belong to. I've been honored to be part of dozens of things our community has done to show love and support to our American Heroes; Our Troops. 

There was yet another Flag photo for me to see. My brother enlisted in the Army when he was almost 30. We joked that boot camp would probably kill him. LOL  It didn't. He was assigned to a Calvary unit and was deployed to Iraq twice. A photo of him next to that Precious Flag sits in my home and is on a pin I often wear.

Not long ago I stood outside a Funeral home holding our Flag in Honor of another of our Heroes who had made the Ultimate Sacrifice. I looked at one of the other Flags that was being held that day. The breeze had caught if just right, and the sun was shining on it . My eyeballs got all wet and I got all filled up with pride. that old Flag, those stars and stripes, they have come to mean the world to me. They remind me that I am Free and it also reminds me there is a cost for that Freedom.

I just want to thank you for your service and for the sacrifices that you are making everyday. They do not go unnoticed. ~~~ 

I know we all have our stories and memories of our Flag and those who have served under it. I hope today you remember those stories. Share them with someone. Then look at our Flag, and let your eyeballs get a little wet. Remember the Vision that our Forefathers had to make a Nation that was Free. Remember those who gave Everything they had to make that dream a reality.

Today Say a prayer for our Troops. Thank God for our Flag, our Country and our Freedom. 
God Bless America and God Bless you.....   

   

  

I Can't wait to call him DAD...

If you read the last post.. Happy Father's Day Papa.. you are probably really confused.. Let me tell you that I walked around in a daze for a while.. I'd like you to meet my Dad..

here is a picture of him.. See any resemblance??? LOL like the hair.. oh my goodness, all my aunts and uncles have this hair.. it's what all the kids are terrified of.. the "Family" hair.. I like it.. but I'm weird..

so to continue on.. This is my Dad.. My biological dad.. I don't remember him.. I've stared at his face and listened to his voice on tape.. but I don't remember him.. I wish I did.. The great thing about the tapes.. Video.. Dad had one of the first cameras that came out.. you hooked the huge unit to your TV.. then the cord stretched out so far and you could record as far as your cord went.. I've copied and watched movies of my dad.. I've seen him talking, sleeping, and playing with my brother and sister.. (Dad and my mom divorced, both remarried.. Dad had 2 more kids, and Mom had 6 more.. with me and my two brothers.. that makes 11 kids altogether.. whoo.

anyway.. I've watched him.. I can tell a lot about him in those tapes.. He was loving.. and caring.. a snazzy dresser.. LOL and loads of fun.. quick to laugh..

I guess it's funny to say I can't wait to meet my Dad. well , I know I met him.. I know he loved me.. he was willing to give me up.. so I could have a family.. he never forgot me.. I know cause mom, told me.. he waited for us to find him.. I just didn't get to him in time.. He had passed away 7 years before I started looking.. Yep, I can't wait to call him Dad.. to listen to his Voice.. to hear his stories.. to watch his movements.. hug his neck.. and touch his hair.. I want to know everything... but mostly I can't wait to see him in Heaven.. and call him Dad...

Happy Father's Day Papa...

This is my Papa.. I'm not really sure when I started calling him papa.. I think it was after my folks divorced. As you may remember I was adopted, along with my brother Keith, when I was 2. The name just fit.. it was a term of Endearment that brother Keith and I used all the time.. As we became teens Papa became Pa.. Even the neighbor kids called Papa.. "Pa".. I will let you know that when I was not pleased with my Papa I called him Father.. LOL it was the rebel in me that caused this to happen on occasion.. those occasions usually ended up with me being grounded for a time.. Papa was a stickler for obedience. Most would say he was strict. I thought at the time the term "slave driver" fit well.. LOL little did I realize then the life lessons my Strict Papa was teaching me. I could never list all the things Papa taught me here.. but I'll try.. He taught me that "Honesty is the best policy", that "pretty is as pretty does", "beauty is only skin deep", "early to bed and early to rise makes me really sleepy"... LOL oh my goodness.. Pa was up at 5 am his whole life.. even after he became ill and couldn't work.. he was up.. if we slept until 8:00 we might as well just stay in bed.. we'd slept half the day away.. Papa taught us it was better to give then to receive.. He was absolutely right.. I've come to see that Papa was right about most things..

Papa worked as the supervisor of the lab at a few different hospitals in the area. He cracked me up.. He could do all manor of bio-chemist type stuff, but would struggle for an hour over assembling a wagon, bike, or swing set. I remember when he put up the swing set.. it was so funny.. he would wander around with the bag of bolts and instructions.. the swing set was finally up.. but he never could figure out how he had all those pieces left over.. :-)
Papa was a stickler for school and always doing your best.. Your best was expected, no exceptions.. "a little hard work never killed anybody".. yep, Papa was all for work.. there were jobs that had to be done.. we were all part of the household, we all had chores that were expected to be done. I went to live with Papa after the divorce.. I was 9.. by the time I was 10, I was cooking the meals, doing the laundry, ironing, cleaning the house.. etc. No play till the work was done.. a hard and fast rule that was never bent.. as soon as the work was finished we could have all the fun we wanted.. but till then we were house bound.. Another thing we learned was that "our word was our bond".. if we said we were going to do something.. we better do it.. No if, ands, or buts.. He taught me that your family is the most important thing in the world.. Papa only dated once after the divorce.. we threw a huge hissy fit and he never dated again.. that was one time he should have taken us both by the scruff of our little necks and told us how it would be.. he never did.. He made us his whole life.. All his decisions were based on what would be best for us. He gave up a lot.. that's when I learned about sacrificing for others..

This picture is so precious to me.. I didn't know that in a few short months my brother would pass away.. then only 4 years later my papa would also leave me.. My first hero.. my first dancing partner.. my first guinea pig when I wanted to try out a new recipe..
the first one I would ask when I wanted to know something.. the first one to ride in the car, with me driving, not screaming.. The Man who taught me how Men should treat me.. My security, my safe place.. my Papa.. he could whoop a bear, change a tire, and make the best gravy and pie crusts you ever ate.. Papa played the Guitar.. we had a song.. our song.. He would always sing to me.. " you are my sunshine".. I can still hear him singing.. he had a beautiful voice..
The first Father's day after Papa passed was horrible.. He had passed away in March that year.. I was shopping and stopped by the card section.. realizing it was almost Father's day.. I grabbed a card and started to read it.. I always wanted the best card for my Papa.. Then it hit me.. I didn't need that card.. and I was overcome with grief.. I sobbed right there in the greeting card aisle.
In the car on the way home I told God just how angry I was that He had taken my papa away.. after all He was God and He'd already taken my brother.. Now my papa.. I was alone.. totally and utterly alone.. so I thought.. oh I had my husband and my other relatives.. but not anyone who was all mine.. God very sweetly reminded me that I was not alone.. I was never alone.. He reminded me that He had promised to Never leave me or forsake me.. that was something else Papa had taught me.. God was Love.. God created Love.. We are created to serve God. I wasn't quite sure about all the In's and outs of Faith then.. but I learned them later on.. God continued to tell me.. "you know Karen.. you still have a father.. I'm your Father.. you can wish me Happy Father's day..".. hmmm hey, that's right.. So I did .. I also asked that God let my Papa know I was thinking of him too.. It has been 23 yrs since my Papa went home to be with the Lord.. It has been difficult not being able to call and tell him everything.. He always took my side.. I could tell him all about whatever thing "dear husband" had done to upset me.. papa would always tell me to "come on home honey".. I think someday I'll hear that sweet voice , maybe faintly at first.. whisper in my ear... " come on home honey".. Then I'll get to see my Papa again.. And I'll get to see my Heavenly Father.. face to face.. nothing in between .. I will be able to see Him as He really is...
I think I got a glimpse of Him.. years ago.. in the heart and life of my Papa..
Happy Father's Day Papa.. I love you..

On any given night during the Summer.

This week I got to partake in one of the most American things I've seen in a while, T-Ball. I'm sure there are thousands, no, tens of thousands of kids in big cities and small towns donning helmets and gloves.. holding bats and balls for the first time. Really beginning to understand what baseball is all about. They are learning so many things that they will carry through life.. Mostly they are just kids having fun.. Kids as young as 3.. hitting a ball and running like the wind to a base.. most went to first base.. some just ran willy nilly, but were soon set back on course by the coaches and parents.. Everyone Cheered for each kid on each team.. shouts of encouragement were made.. the kids were all grins as they crossed "home plate". Everyone got a turn.. I'm sure someone kept score, but we never did know what it was. I don't think any of the kids even asked if they won.. they just knew they played, and it was fun. As you can tell from the picture above sometimes the kids ran after the ball, sometimes they just ran.. LOL

This is "Sissy", she is one of our "adopted grand kids".. this is her first year for T-ball. She told me after the game that her coach said she was a good runner. We were so proud as she got the first out. All the kids got to bat once each inning.. They had fun. heck, I had fun.. the bleachers were full of mom's, dad's, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and neighbors... there was free pop and popcorn for the players after the game .. provided by the "concession stand".. there were also shirts and hats.. provided by one of the local Churches so much fun..
I had to laugh when several of the kids, who had been drinking water like fish since they arrived, saw an opportunity and made a b-line for the potty room.. LOL the game had to stop for a few minutes until the outfield returned from the bathroom.
They had so much fun...

One of the things that touched me was the attention of the coaches from both teams for all the kids. I could see that this was not easy. trying to keep a swarm of energy filled younguns contained, and focused was no small feat.. In the end it all amounted to several lessons learned.. Teamwork, it's always more fun to work together, Water in large quantities is not good for small bladders, Mom's are always ready with snacks, tissues, drinks, hugs, and bandaids. Everyone should watch the ball, playing in the dirt may be fun, but you should not do it while you are playing T-ball, people who don't know you will yell your name and tell you what a good runner you are, and lastly high fives after the game should be gentle.
yep, what better way to spend a weeknight.. in a ball field in a small town, or large city, swatting mosquitoes and catching fireflies, watching kids play ball, and Having Fun...