A day in the life of Kim's kids...

So I need to start off with the fact that it is a little odd that I am writing a blog at all, but even more odd is the fact that I have only one person following me. I feel like I should just send her this via email and that would be a lot less weird. But she knows all of my crap and is still my friend, so what is one more bizarre thing to give to her?

Kydan's comment of the day: (There is a good chance this will be a daily addition to my blog)

As Tommy was trying to get my dog in the house this morning, the dog jerked the leash out of his hand, giving him a rope burn. I said "You are very close to finding a new home!" Kydan let out a shriek.... "NOOOOOOOO!!!" and then followed up with, "Wait, do you mean the dog or just Tommy?"

I'm not big on bragging about my kids. I don't know why this is. It seems like society expects and accepts everyone talking about how terrible their children are, but the second you start talking about how they excel at something you are looked at as a braggart. That seems weird and mean, so I'm going to brag about Tommy a little bit.

Yesterday he had baseball practice. His first game is on Saturday (which I will miss and grandma will be there so pray that it gets rained out) and the coach is on the lookout for any child that has the ability to get the ball somewhat close to home plate. Every child wants to be the pitcher. Not every child should be allowed to throw a ball. I remember last year Tommy got nailed at least once a game from some crazy 6-year-old who tried to throw a 90 mile an hour fastball right into his shin.

So last night the coach let every child have a chance at pitching. It was very painful to watch. I was sitting in the bleachers between third base and home plate, and one kid landed a ball in my lap. The coach cracks me up, too, because he has no fear of parents yelling at him when he laughs at their kid.

Tommy was third to the last to try. He got up there and his first pitch was a strike. Then another strike. And then a couple of balls, but they were so close to being strikes that I almost booed the coach for being a bad umpire. He did such a great job that, after practice was over and the team had their meeting, the coach said the only pitcher they were definitely sure of was Tommy, and that he did such a great job he might start every game. (Which can't really happen because of "fairness" or some crap like that.) The look on my kid's face was priceless. You could feel his confidence jump sky high, and some how he didn't turn it into arrogance for the rest of the night.

This morning when I checked my email there was a note from the coach to everyone and he again singled Tommy out saying how great he was, that so far he was the only pitcher and if anyone else wanted to try to pitch to come 15 minutes early to the game on Saturday. I'm so happy for him! Of course, Dan is walking around like he was the reason why Tommy is so great, so I'm happy for him, too.

Tommy has had such a rough go at life. I'm pretty tough on him and we butt heads a lot, but that is mostly because we are so similar and all of the traits that he has that I don't like are the same traits you can find in me. He gets singled out for being bad all the time, so it is AWESOME when someone else recognizes his greatness as well. I think he needs to see that he is great more than anyone else. God is so good and knew EXACTLY what He was doing when He gave me His child Tommy to raise. (Ummm...duh.) I think I've probably learned more about being a Godly person from Tommy than he has ever learned from me. Poor kid had no idea that he was here to teach his mother.