We Are the Champions Reprise

I'll try to do the tournament weekend justice. Unfortunately, I can't remember the scores, but a win is a win. We stayed in Jennings, LA at the Hampton Inn which was about 15 minutes from the small ballpark in Gueydan. The Madisonville and Kenner teams stayed there too.

To tell you that I was nervous about playing games in BFE (Gueydan) is an understatement. The weekend before these games we played in Donaldsonville at an invitational tournament (the one where the 7s won against Kenner). The facilities in Donaldsonville were pitiful. There were no covers over the stands, and only one set of stands, directly behind the backstop, not to mention that it was impossibly hot. Donaldsonville had no control over the weather, though, but it was miserable. And we had to go back for the 12s tournament.

Gueydan, however, did a really nice job with the tournament. You could tell that they had recently done a lot of upgrades to the area like new covers over the stands, backstop nets, and sidewalks around the area. The people running the tournament were super nice and excited to be hosting, and the concession stand wasn't ridiculously expensive. We were playing on their high school girls' softball field.

The 7s tournament began on Friday night at 8:00, of all times, against the Gueydan home team, which is actually Abbeville. We won that game and played again the next day at high noon against New Iberia. All of the games went 6 innings with no time limit. Jake played every inning but one. The New Iberia game was a blow-out. The score was something like 19-2, so the mercy rule was applied after the fourth inning. Jake only caught 3 of those innings so his legs would be a little less rubbery for the...du du du duuuuh...Kenner game at 6:00 that evening.

After the NI game, everyone went back to the hotel to eat a light lunch and relax. George had a bunch of sandwich stuff left over from a youth trip from which he'd just returned, so we got all of that out in the hotel lobby. Someone brought out a bunch of fruit, another person brought a bag of individual chips, and someone else brought out some cookies. It was like the feeding of the 5000, only there were only about 50 of us. We also had Powerades that I'd gotten donated from Coca-Cola in Baton Rouge. After lunch, everyone went to their rooms for a nap and to relax.

We made it back to the park in BFE, oh I mean Gueydan, for the game against Kenner. I don't remember the score, but it was a very close loss, which meant we played again Sunday afternoon at 3:00 against Madisonville, who had just played and won a game against Plaquemine. We won that game pretty handily, if I remember correctly, which put us back against Kenner. Because the tournament was double-elimination we had to beat them twice. The first game was Monday evening at 6:00.
We had checked out of the hotel Sunday morning, so the Monday game was a travel game. I think that worked to our favor, not being in the hotel. Our kids slept in their own beds, showered in their own showers, and relaxed at home without the excitement of the hotel. Jake slept until 11:00 Monday morning.

When we made it to the ballpark in Gueydan (about an hour-and-a-half away) the tension was high. Speaking for myself, I was so nervous I could hardly breathe.
We were the visiting team, so we batted first. Right away, we put 5 runs on the board. I think Kenner only put up one. We were back up and put up 2 more, then Kenner answered with 2. I don't remember the rest--it was like an out of body experience--but we won. I do remember that Jake had at least 2 throw-outs at first on the bunt and he had a put-out at home. He also kept countless runners on 3rd from running in to score. I think the final score was something like 9-7. We had a 30 minute break and had to play again.

The second game was much like the first. We stayed ahead the whole time even though we were the visiting team. At Kenner's last at-bat, the score was 10-8. We had to hold them. They put up 5 batters, two got on base, and the other 3 were out. Two of the outs were catcher to first base throw-outs. By the end of the tournament, Jake had caught 33 innings over 4 days. He was fantastic. He was a little bummed (and I don't blame him) that he didn't win the MVP for the tournament; his best friend, Derek did. Derek plays short stop and made some terrific plays in that position, but more importantly, he had some fabulous hits that drove in several runs.
We had a hard time explaining to Jake that it's really hard batting when you're the catcher because your legs are so tired.
All the boys got a first-place medal and the coach got a plaque for the win.











And now for the agony of defeat...

The 12-year old team played the following weekend back in Donaldsonville. Again, we played Friday night against someone I can't remember and won. We played again Saturday afternoon against another team and lost which put us playing again Sunday. Right after our game Saturday, a humongous thunderstorm rolled in and rained out all the games after ours which meant the Sunday morning 9:00 game got pushed back to 1:00, which after the schedule running late (the 12s also played 6 innings, no time limit), we weren't playing until about 3:30. We won that game. (I can't for the life of me remember who we played.) Since we won, we had to play again at 6:30 or so and we lost.
You can tell by the 12 yo recap that I spent my baseball emotional cache the previous weekend on the 7s. What's aggravating about the 12 yo games is that we've beaten all of the teams who beat us in this tournament. These 12s just can't seem to put it all together at the same time to keep a winning streak. On a positive note, Zac played beautifully. No errors in the field, a couple of spectacular catches at 3rd base, and closed out a game for the win on the mound. Baseball is a heartless game. No matter if you played perfectly, the team can still lose.

As far as summer goes, it's pretty much been baseball. My mom got to see a bunch of games, got into a fight with some other spectators (which I'll tell you about later-remind me), stay and play with the kids, and just hang out with us for a couple of weeks. The yard FINALLY got mowed Monday, and the pool is looking good again (nods to you, Jan and Lisa). School starts in just 19 days, but we still have some things to do. My aunt and cousin and her son will be here for a few days to do some fun South Louisiana stuff, we have a trip to San Antonio planned for my nephew's first birthday and while we're there, George and I will spend a night down on the Riverwalk for our anniversary.

Time marches on.

I Like to Sleep Late In the Morning

If you know anything about my family, you know that they DO. NOT. SLEEP. LATE.

I may be the only mother on the planet looking forward to those teenaged years where you have to get a high-rise crane to raise the offspring from bed.

Zac didn't sleep all night until the night before Jake was born. He was 5 1/2 years old. He's one of those annoying people (like my husband) who can go a million miles an hour, work all day and night, stay up until the wee hours of the morning, sleep a couple of hours and hit the ground running again, mostly with a smile.

Jake is my child. If he's tired, he will sleep. In the car, on the couch, in your lap, it doesn't matter.

It's a little after 10:00 in the morning as I write this. We just had a VEEERRRYYY long weekend in Gueydan, LA at the 7-year old state baseball tournament. So far, we've played 4 games. We have our last one this evening against...du du du DU...Kenner. We have to beat them twice because it's a double-elimination tournament. They beat us on Saturday and advanced to the championship game. We had to play an additional game in the loser's bracket in order to have to play them again, twice!

Anyway, Jake has caught every single inning of these 4 games, but one where we were winning something like 19-1 (that's 23 innings for those of you counting). He is whooped. He's got a mad case of heat rash. He is so hungry that he can't get full. He is tired.



Believe it or not, he's looking forward to tonight's games.

No More Words

...or at least not too many words.

Here is a picture post of events from Spring Break up 'til now (with captions).



Have baseball gear, will travel.


It was cold, overcast, and drizzly.



Cold, overcast, or drizzly...it's Spring Break. We WILL eat outside on the patio and we WILL swim.







Watching movies, reading, relaxing. Sweet Cousins.







Finally, it warmed up enough to ride Sea Doos and swim and blow bubbles in the water.






A boat ride; relaxing for some, but not everyone.


Bloom where you're planted.



Not what I would've planned for Mother's Day, but good nonetheless. See previous caption.


Team swim party.




Hanging around at home, trying to clean the living room rug after our sweet puppy ruined it.


Zac with his hair cut and braces. He looks older.

Time Marches On.

Get a Haircut

...and get a real job.

As evidenced by the opening picture, Zac's hair was getting pretty long. Way longer than was allowed at school. As directly quoted from the school handbook:

"Hair must be clean, neat and of a manageable length. Hair at or
below the eyebrows is not allowed. Hair may not be longer than the
collar on the back of male students. Students whose hair is too long
in the opinion of the administration will be notified and given a day
to correct it before being sent to the TOR. Student will remain in the
TOR until hair is cut to an acceptable length. Hair that is braided
must remain braided throughout the school day. Natural hair colors
only! No writing, symbols, or carvings in hair styles, and no “Mohawk”
hair cuts. No facial hair on male students. Male students
may not have ponytails or similar hairstyles. Beads are not allowed
to be worn in hair."

Zac decided that he wanted a fauxhawk for his summer 'do. Naturally, being the push-over, easy-going parents we are, we obliged. Thank goodness hair grows.

George tried to do it himself, but his clippers are pretty old and he couldn't get it all even, but it looked okay.







He caught a little flack at baseball camp for having a not-so-good haircut, so today George took him to Fantastic Sam's to get it fixed.





I haven't seen his forehead in over 3 years. I think he's happy with it. I'm really happy that hair grows.

Time flies when you're alive

Spoiler alert...lots of pix showing the last day of summer vacation, first day of school, lemonade stand, and 12th birthdays.

The last several weeks have been busy. View the evidence:







The last day before school started, the boys dragged out the ramp and were showing off their wicked awesome tricks.




School got off without much trouble. George and the boys happened to be going to Academy on tax-free weekend, so he fought off all of the crazy people and got the boys their pants and shorts they needed to start school. I'm not so sure the trouble of all the extra people and chaos was worth saving $18, but it was an adventure.



Of course, Zac looked like every other 7th grader. Jake is another story; he wouldn't let me fix his hair.


My little entrepreneur was hard at work. He made almost $50 on this lemonade stand. I'm thinking about a side job...





And finally...Zac had his 12th birthday yesterday. For the last 12 years, we've had huge throw-downs for him on his birthday: swim parties, bowling for the entire kindergarten class, Kid's Station, Lazer Tag, movies for him and his buddies, backyard bbq, etc. It's easy because he has a summer birthday. Jake, on the other hand, has a winter birthday. He had a magician at our house for his 5th birthday and we had a family party at my mom's house for his first birthday (which my future brother-in-law at the time "ruined." Ha Ha. That's a funny story...you'll have to wait for the sit-com that's in-development about my family to hear about that). Anyway, the point being that we needed to go a little lower key this time. I say that with my tongue in my cheek. The boy has been bugging us to try lobster. At every restaurant we visit, he looks to see if they serve lobster and then proceeds to bug us to death about ordering it. There is no way I'm going to spend $50 on an 11 year old's meal at a restaurant. So instead, on the way home from work yesterday, George stopped at a local fish market and bought the last 2 lobsters they had. We wanted one for each of us (4), but earlier in the day, someone came in and bought 200 lobsters! Luckily they didn't need 202, else the birthday dinner would have been a bust. Anyway, George boiled them up with some new potatoes and corn. I made a ceasar salad and garlic bread. It was delicious and even better than a restaurant since we got to stay home.

Here are some pictures of the dinner and Zac with his presents and blowing out the candles on his cake.