Jeter is 5 years old. He technically should be going to kindergarten this year, but because of his late birthday, and lots of thought on the subject (basically since the day he was born), we decided to have him wait until next year to start. So he started preschool the day we got back from Oregon. The kids were way too tired and let's be honest here, I was too lazy to wake them up and give them a bath before he headed off to preschool. So his first day of preschool, he went with a big "O" on his face. (I didn't feel quite as guilty/lazy when we got there and one of the kids was in their pajamas.)
Jeter was pretty excited for preschool to start, but not happy about me taking his picture.
So every Tuesday and Thursday morning while Jete's at preschool, me and Jerzi get to hang out together, just us. I've seen a new side of Jerz. She doesn't yell, cry, scream or throw fits when it's just me and her. She's fun to be around, and funny too. We do girly things like paint our nails, do our hair, go shopping, and sometimes I get her to "help me" clean. This day we straightened her hair.
Jeter decided he wanted to play tee ball again this Fall. He's on the Rockies team this year. It's so fun to watch him get better, try so hard, concentrate, and get competitive. Makes me so proud!
Jerzi thinks she is on his team too.
She sits with them in the dugout, and cried at the first of the season when she couldn't go on the field with them..
She's all ready for Jete's baseball practice, completing the look with a baseball hat, pink and black cleats, pink polkadot glasses, basketball shorts, and her "workin out" shirt. Horse in hand in case he needs to run as fast as her and the team.
My thoughts as he fields the ball, "Throw it to first Jete, quick! Oh wait..... not hard. The kid on first is never gonna catch it. He's gonna get drilled in the face. Aghh! Look out~
In some people's neck of the woods, Fall means cool temperatures, layers, different colored leaves, and fun stuff like that. Here it means none of those things. I think it's actually just a word they use to say that school has started. Anyway, during one of Jete's baseball games this "Fall", it was a super hot sunny day, and Jete wasn't acting like his normal, happy, competitive self. I went out on the field to tell him to get playing OR ELSE, and he kept saying he was too tired. I just thought he wanted to get out of the sun cuz it was so blasted hot! So I told him to finish the inning, and he could have a rest in a minute. He looked at me like he was gonna cry then told me his stomach hurt. Again, excuses to get out of the heat. This time when I looked at him, his face wasn't bright red like it usually is when he's hot. It was white as a ghost, so I ignored my initial thought of not wanting to be one of those parents that just let their kids run off and on the field, and it quickly changed to ok, he's not lookin very good. I better get him off the field, he's gonna puke. I told him it was ok to come to the dugout and get a drink, and started walking off the field. When I turned around to see if he was coming, he was doing a dizzy little walk like when you've spun around 40 times with your head on a bat. I rushed back to him and just as I got there, he passed out. I barely caught him before he hit the ground. I'll never forget that terrifying feeling for a few seconds as his eyes rolled back, and his body lay limp in my arms as I carried him to some shade. SCARIEST FEELING EVER! I yelled to Had who was helping the kid up to bat. He came running, then everyone came running and soon we had a big group of people gathered around with water, ice, juice, and gatorade. Luckily, he was only out for about 5-10 seconds. I'm sure it was due to the heat, and their all black uniforms didn't help. It was scary. To me now, Fall is just another word here in Texas. It doesn't mean anything. It's still summer. People still wear skimpy clothes. You still sweat when you walk outside. You still have to water your yard. People get heat exhaustion. And my hard-playin little munchkins can still pass out.