Clownball.

Monday, Monday...wasn't it just last Monday? 

We did a lot over the weekend.  I don't even remember what all we did, but between Kenny getting called into work and the neighbors having a big bash in which they cranked the music up all night, we sure didn't get much sleep.  And I'm not upset in the least that the neighbors had a party.  I'm actually happy about it because it means they must be less dull than I previously thought. 

Yesterday, I received a text message that said, "Practice today on the field at 2pm".  I don't know why I assumed that this meant Kyler had baseball practice, but I did.  He got all ready.  I got all ready.  We all drove to the park and were quite surprised to see a baseball field filled with little girls.  Mae looked quizzical and asked, "Why is Kyler practicing with my team?"  Before I could even answer, she figured it out and said, "Crap, Mom, I'm wearing flip flops!"  So I told Kyler to give Mae his shoes and socks... just one of the many sacrifices that come along with having a sibling.  Poor little Mae ran out onto the field wearing cleats that were four (yes, FOUR) sizes too big for her.  And as luck would have it, she got to be a "runner" in their mock softball game.  I'm still very proud of her for not falling headfirst into the mud.

I hate to cut this so short today, but I am working on only the very best birthday present EVER and time's a-wasting.  My best friend and I share an almost-birthday (only one day off) and we celebrate together every year.  And every year, we scratch our heads at what to get (or make) each other and every year, we give each other the best gift ever.  We really do.  But last year, she totally topped my gift so it's my turn to make her teary-eyed.  Minds will be blown!  Or...or it won't turn out at all like I expected and she'll still give me a pat on the back for effort.  Either way, I CAN'T WAIT!!