This is Vacation Bible School Week, and we are doing “two-a-days,” because can you ever get too much of Jesus? Thing 2 is going to some friends’ church in the mornings for VBS, and then he’s attending round two in the evenings, at our church. And, because I am on for ALL THE GAMES in the evenings, this basically means that I can drink my coffee in absolute peace and quiet at 9:30 AM, as I mentally prepare myself for a class of thirty-eight (Yes! THIRTY-EIGHT!!) second and third graders in the evenings!
I think too many kids at VBS is a good problem to have. It makes for one action-packed game of Human Foosball.
The downside to an evening VBS is that we come home at 8:30, hopped up and completely wired, as FUN and EXCITEMENT flow through our veins. Everyone has had stories of how MY CHILD DIDN’T FALL ASLEEP UNTIL 11:00 LAST NIGHT, AFTER VBS, so I feel lucky that we’ve managed to work some magic here at the Jedi Manor, as Thing 2 was asleep by 10:00 on Monday night and 9:15 last night. However… his mama has come home dripping sweat, because HELLO, FAST-PACED GAMES ALL NIGHT FOR A THOUSAND CHILDREN! So Mama had two cups of coffee first thing this morning, because Mama hasn’t been asleep before midnight for two nights running.
I just have to share this snapshot, because it’s too cute not to.
This is Little Cousin H and Thing 2. They were born on complete opposite sides of our state, in towns that our families don’t live in. In reality, they might have lived their entire lives without meeting one another. In reality, they could have grown up as complete strangers. Thankfully, through the miracle of adoption, we welcomed both of them into our family with more hugs and love than can be counted up. Because of adoption, these two stinkers are not only cousins… they’re also best friends.
She is three and a half months older than he is. He is three and a half thousand times louder than she is. She tries to mother him continually; he tries to boss her around daily. She hates rough sports, and thrives in gymnastics. He has the grace of a hippopotamus in gymnastics, and thrives in the hockey rink, where he can skate fast and knock kids down. She has lost one bottom tooth; he has lost eight teeth total, and he has eight adult teeth firmly in place. She likes to swing nicely at the park; he likes to scale the outsides of all playground structures like a mountain goat, until he makes every single mother at the park gasp in horror, because LOOK!! LOOK AT WHERE THAT LITTLE BOY IS AT!! HE’S GOING TO FALL TO HIS DEATH!! CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT NOW!! She likes vegetables; he likes sugar. She likes princesses; he likes Batman and Darth Vader. She likes Doc McStuffins; he likes American Ninja Warriors. They are as opposite as two kids can be, and yet… they love one another thoroughly. I snapped this picture of them together at my parents’ house a couple of weeks ago, when we were celebrating my dad’s birthday. They had robbed Mam and Pa’s kitchen of Ziplock baggies, and they were both outside together, catching bugs. Because… as girly as she is, she does love to discover a new bug and squeal in delight.
And… then they both fight over who gets to put that bug in their plastic bag, because they are six, and six year olds always want what the other six year old has. But, through all their different personality traits, he STILL tells the world that she is his best friend.
In other news…
… we played baseball this summer.
And when I say WE played, I mean that Thing 2 actually played, while his entire family came to watch and died of heat exhaustion on the metal bleachers. That last day of baseball was so hot, I fear that I may have lost my salvation with my choice of words in describing how I felt about the viciousness of the sun.
We learned a lot this summer in baseball. Mostly, we learned that playing the field when you’re six is BORING, because only a handful of little people can bat a ball past the pitcher. When you’re six, THE PITCHING MOUND is where all the action happens.
This is Thing 2, tired of never having a ball make it clear to his short stop position. He gave up on the hope of ever fielding a grounder and focused his attention on finding bugs in the dirt. So naturally, he completely MISSED the one grounder that came zinging his way, because LOOK AT THIS ANT!!!
This is Thing 2, playing center field. Yes, he’s way too far up, and he’s too close to second base, but it doesn’t matter. Balls were never batted past the pitcher, so STAND WHERE YOU WANT TO, SON. And also? COULD YOU POSSIBLY TRY TO LOOK A LITTLE MORE BORED IN CENTER FIELD?
What we learned this summer is that Thing 2 LOVES to bat! As in, he LOVES LOVES LOVES, ALL THE BIG RED HEART EYES, LOVES to bat. He’s also capable of smacking a ball clear to the short stop, to liven up the game out there for those poor fielders, who are busy hunting bugs to pass the time.
I believe he is moaning, “But, Coach! It’s sooooo hot outside! It’s NEVER this hot in hockey!” I believe his coach was replying, “Come on, Thing 2! You’re fast, and we need you to get across home plate, so we can smack another point on the scoreboard! How are you going to play college ball, when you gripe about the heat?” I believe he was saying, “I’m playing hockey in college, Coach, because you play hockey on ICE!”
After his last little baseball game wrapped up, and I had my face pressed against the air conditioning vents in the car, Thing 2 said, “Mom, next time… could you just sign me up for a baseball team that only bats?”
Hmm. I’ll look into that.
Y’all have a merry Wednesday night!