Promises Made, Promises Broken

Yes, I do love Tiffany...  (For those of you who aren't 80's nerds, then I guess I must point out that teen sensation Tiffany recorded a song with the same lyrics as my blog title.  You should look it up - it's a pretty good song.)

But looking at my last post, I realized I made a promise to not wait as long to type my next blog post.  And, here I am, 18 days later, typing away with a broken promise.

Recently, I've made a few promises that have been broken - by circumstances which are beyond my control.

But, being the prideful worrywart that I am, I am still heartbroken over the fact that my intent does not match the results.

Well, enough about that sad business.  I promised an update, and here ya go (even though it's a few weeks overdue)...

We love our dogs.  Dougie, because who doesn't love a face like his?

 

Jackson, despite the fact the's quite retarded.  We still love him, though...  Even if he sometimes chooses to sleep like this:

Max played more baseball in the time that I've neglected to blog.  Here are some highlights:

My Max is a cute ballplayer...

In one game, he got to play catcher.  He thought that was really cool.  I think he just thought he was important because he got to wear all that gear.

In the next game, he played first base for an inning.  Now, that was something to watch!  He really took his responsibility seriously.  He even got an out at first!

"Good game" lineups are always the cutest and the best.

And baseball isn't baseball unless you play against a buddy and then can hang out with him after the game.

Okay, since I've learned my lesson that sometimes things are beyond my control, I'll try to keep a watch on my promises.

So...  until next time (and who knows when that next time will be!).

Absentee Blogger

Wow - I can't believe I haven't posted anything since March 16. So much has happened that I've overlooked my blogging responsibilities.

So I'll do a rundown of our activities through pictures and videos.

First of all, we finished our basketball season.  We actually were a really good team, only having one loss (our first game, in which the kids had no clue what was happening).  So, the Upward Awards Celebration was held at Agape.  For a long time, Max was the only member of our team present.

The highlight of the awards ceremony was the announcement of our team, accompanied by our team photo on the big screen.  Thankfully, it was a pretty darn good picture of me.

Our next big event was our second annual Spring Has Sprung Deck Party, which was held the weekend before Easter.  This year, we had fewer kids but more activities (go figure).  The kiddos enjoyed dyeing eggs, busting a pinata, decorating scratch-off eggs, tossing rings on the bunny ears, racing in potato sacks, and of course hunting for Easter eggs.

Next up:  Easter weekend.  We traveled to Gillett to stay with my parents.  Saturday afternoon, we went fishing in Trites' Reservoir with the Hauges and Robert Belcher.  I hadn't been "real" fishing since about ten years ago (with Robert), and Max had never been.  So, needless to say, I was quite excited.  After much anticipation, Max caught his first fish.  It was the biggest one of the day!

And, in true Max fashion, he acted like a little girl...  and refused to touch the fish. LOL

We convinced him that he had to kiss his first fish for good luck - otherwise, he'd never catch another fish in his life.  Amazingly, it worked and he puckered up.

Our catch that day wasn't that great, as you can see.  However, the weather was nice, the beer was cold, and the company was awesome.  I couldn't have asked for a better day.

Easter day was the best Easter I've ever had, hands down.  We did everything so differently than what we've ever done before, and it made all the difference.  We didn't go to church, therefore we didn't dress up.  We enjoyed watching Max find all his baskets (the Easter bunny really should scale things down next year!).  We opted to grill burgers instead of the usual ham and sides spread, which made things easier and more low-key.  We dyed eggs and hunted eggs in the afternoon before leaving for LR.  John's mammaw was with us, which was also quite different yet absolutely wonderful.  Again, I couldn't have asked for a better day.

This week, Max had his kindergarten musical program called "It Sounds a Little Fishy to Me."

Max had a speaking part in the program, and he couldn't have been more excited.  He was a burping whale - perfect casting, right?

Finally, Max had his first baseball game this weekend.  Unlike his other sports this year, I hadn't been to a single practice, so I was really anxious to see him play.

Max had two good hits off the tee (they get three tries from the pitching machine, and he didn't get 'em this time).  He threw a couple of force outs and caught one.  He did a pretty good job for his first game, but this week we're going to work with him on fielding, as about five balls went past him.

On a funny note, I was standing on the sidelines watching the game, and I heard Max's voice from the field.  Singing.  "867-5309."  Yes, that's my boy.

Okay, we're caught up now.  I hope I never have to do that again.  LOL

Hope everyone has a great week, and I'll be posting soon (that's a promise, not a threat!).  :)