T-ball

The Ririe's are a baseball family, they have been for as long as I have known them and much, much, longer than that.

There is a "famous" story of Matt playing little league when he was younger. 

As Matt goes up to bat Grandpa Gibbons yells,

 "hit a home run and I'll give you 50.00 dollars."

Of course my husband knew what he had to do and for sure hit a home run.

 Unfortunately right into the windshield of Grandpa Gibbons car. 

He still paid. Which I love!

Needless to say as Jack approached baseball, or in a 5 year old's case t-ball playing age we were both so excited to sign him up to start playing and continue tradition. 

And of course to sign Matt up to be coach (just like Matt's dad did when Matt played)

If you have never before seen a t-ball game you are in for a treat. 

(I had never been to one before Jack played) 

It was the most entertaining 45 min of my week. Aside from the heat I loved to watch those 4 and 5 year old'd attempt to play. To say the least it is mass unorganized chaos. But oh so hilarious. 

My husband loved being there with Jack and teaching all the kiddos batting stances and how to put there gloves on the ground to catch the ball in the outfield as it rolled right between their little legs (obviously that isn't what he taught them, but that was just bound to happen) 

Most of the time there were 8 kids running to the ball at a time (trying not to crash into one another) while the others were sleeping, building sandcastles or pick their nose.

But after doing that with 11 little ones twice a week for a month and a half I know he was thankful to have a break before coach pitch next year.

Jack hit so well, and just like his dad ran after the ball no matter where on the field it was or how close to it he was.

The running on the other hand was not taken quite so seriously. Each time he went from one base to the other he did so shuffling his feet. Practicing his "pig pen" imitation kicking up dirt more than I thought was necessary. But none the less he did extremely well.

 Both of my baseball guys earned their trophies. I can't wait for many future games watching Jack and his handsome coach. 

(I just hope for the sake of all windshields Grandpa Gibbons doesn't ask Jack to hit a home run any time soon.)

   

29 weeks

I feel like a whale, and I still have 11 or hopefully a little less weeks left. 

Due to some insurance/job changes I have to change the OB doctor that has delivered-ish (my 2 previous babies were middle of the night babies so technically he didn't deliver either of my little ones but he did follow me through my whole pregnancy) I am completely devastated that I have to leave him. I love Dr. T! I get to go to a new hospital too. Which I am less than thrilled about. 

It is a known fact, I don't do well change. 

It should be illegal to do this to a pregnant lady.

Anyway, I went to Dr. T (my old Dr. on the June 26th) he told me the baby is doing well and the heart beat sounds good but then told be I am in trouble because I am measuring 3 weeks ahead of schedule. 

Chances are I am going to have a hulk baby and not an early baby. Jack was a week early and Lucy was born on her due date. 

I get to go to my new Dr. Thursday to see if Dr. T theories prove correct.

Along with that.

I am not the happiest pregnant lady right now. Big surprise I know. 

It is hot, like record heat hot and that stinks. Sometimes literally. I relate it to how a woman feels going through menopause.

I hate it. Which makes me grumpy. I know poor Matt hates it too.

Plus I have heart burn. I have never really had heartburn before but I could literally take out stock in Tums with how many I am popping daily.

The one thing keeping me happy is this wiggly little baby. He/She moves a lot. I love it. It blows my mind that in a couple of months I will be able to snuggle this little one.

 And know what model I am carrying. 

I'm sure I would be happily content feeling its kicks and jabs all day (in front of a fan of course.)

(I dislike pregnancy pictures but this is my last pregnancy and so I have been trying to document it as much as possible. I have a total of 4 pics from my previous pregnancies.)  

Its her party and

my Lu may or may not have been a tad grumpy.

I think the pressure to "preform"  in front of people may have gotten to her. 

She was grumpy from the first person walking in the door to the last person walking out.

And the cutest 3 year old you have ever seen before and after.

Regardless she had a good party full of, bubbles, presents, and Minnie Mouse