The snow was pretty. For a while. But now we’re over it. Really, really over it.
We’re all ready to move on to spring. We’d actually like a chance to enjoy summer, but with all of these snow days being tacked on to the end of the school year, we may never make it.
Connor, in particular, is ready for spring. He’s been asking about it since early November. You know, when fall baseball ended, and we told him it wouldn’t start again. Until spring.
This weekend was a good one. It was actually warm enough to melt all but the biggest snow drifts from the yard. The world is no longer white and grey (from the salty mess). My truck, not so much. But I digress …
Friday was even better, at least for some of us. The boys and Daddy are finally recovering from their bout with the stomach virus last week. The boys probably could have gone to school on Friday and been fine, but I didn’t want to risk contaminating the rest of their class. It would, after all, just come back to our house again. I also felt pretty terrible Friday, so we took another day off.
But by Friday afternoon, the boys were starting to be more active. Daddy even took Connor to sign-up for spring baseball. He was so excited, he actually thought he was going to get to go play, not just fill out the paperwork.
It actually won’t start for a little while – early March, I think – but he was quite excited. The twins, if they understood, would not share that enthusiasm. At all. They will not enjoy more afternoons at the ball park.
This year will be a little different. The neighborhood park right down the street from our house is small – only two baseball fields. The league tried to get permits to add additional fields, but there isn’t enough parking as it is, and the neighborhood fought the change. So the league took a divide and conquer approach. The older divisions will stay at the smaller park just down the street, but the two youngest divisions will move to another park just a few miles away.
That would, of course, be Connor’s division. So, not as convenient as last summer, but still close. And hopefully the novelty will help the twins adjust to another season at the ball field.
Soon we will be dusting off old uniforms and cleats (even assuming they still fit), moving the baseball tee out of the garage and into the back yard, and packing our bags to head to the baseball field several days a week.
Sigh.
Well, at least Connor is excited. That’s what counts, right?
