Full Weekend

Yesterday started with a rained out birthday party.  We were supposed to celebrate one of Brandon’s teammate’s birthday by playing baseball yesterday morning, but we woke up to rain.  The party was shifted to after lunch, so we quickly did some errands before lunch.  We went to PMH to make pizzas.  Peyton inserted herself among Brandon’s team, and she hung out with the big boys.  They all put their toppings on, while the parents hung out nearby.  Some parents took the opportunity to drop their kids off.  At one point, all the kids were by the soda fountain, with one or two even putting their mouths up to the faucet for a direct pour.  Luckily, our two were NOT among them.  In fact, they were the only two left at the main kid table.  I ignored the other kids, as the party hosts were in charge of things and another parent dining happened to see it first and alerted the birthday boy’s parent.  Dave was off coach duty, so he enjoyed himself.  Our kids didn’t complain about drinking water, fortunately, but I’m sure had we not been there, they would’ve been right in the mix.  Adult pizza came out first, then the kids’ pizzas were fired up and ready to eat.  After pizza, we headed over to the field.  The kids lined up in order of height, and counted off by 1 or 2.  Brandon and Peyton happened to be on the same team, which was unfortunate for Peyton. She was happy to be on his team at first, but then he was not a nice teammate.  The birthday boy was the manager, so he chose himself first, and Brandon second.  Peyton skipped her turn the first at- bat, but changed her min after the second time around.  I told Brandon she’d bat before him, and he went nuts about it.  Dave then inserted himself in the line-up as coaches were batting, too.  He’d been pitching and didn’t realize that he didn’t get his turn to bat.  Brandon was in tears but quietly behind his glove.  He got over it, after I told him that he was letting all his teammates see him cry.  Peyton was melting down, too, as it’d been a long day.  She hung in there, but I ended up fielding with her holding my hand.  By 3 pm, I told Dave we had to leave.  We were supposed to be at the Kong’s by 4 pm for pumpkin carving.  Our plans for the pumpkin train were thwarted by the World Series, and it was a good thing, too, as the weather wasn’t the best.  We all showered and headed up north. We brought our pumpkins up, and then we brought snacks, while the Kong’s ordered ribs and had mashed potatoes, salad and green beans.  The game was turned on after the kids’ movie was off.  The kids entertained themselves upstairs while the parents either watched the game or later, carved pumpkins.  Dave didn’t care about the game so much, so he worked on the pumpkin carving of HK that Peyton chose. Our brain responds to these reflexes by sending the signal to the nerves around the phallus to enhance the blood flow and enable the penile organ to achieve discount viagra sales the required blood supply that is essential for erection. It increases the blood circulation sildenafil tablets uk in the male reproductive organs and thus makes it rectify. Other researches conducted in different institutes suggest that moderate exercise can effectively help restoring sexual performance among middle-aged men with viagra 100 mg glacialridgebyway.com ED. Altering construction cheap sildenafil india and release of these muscles promotes urinary continence and improves sexual health. 3.  Brandon turned down ice cream sandwiches.  I was shocked, but later he told us he was full (again, shocking) and that he’d rather play with nerf guns (ahh…I get it).  He played nerf by himself until the other kids finished eating theirs.  None of the kids finished; Peyton was the last woman standing, and even then, left about a quarter of the sandwich there.  We got the kids ready to go by the end of the 7th inning to come home.   Since they were already showered, it was easy to get them brushed and ready for bed.

This morning, Dave wanted to go to breakfast before I had to leave.  We were going to head to Crepevine, but Peyton had a hard time getting out.  So, we headed to WF to get a quick breakfast.  We came home, and I headed out early to lunch.  Theresa was already there, waiting to be checked in by the restaurant.  Soon, the rest of the girls showed up, with Thuy bringing in Taylor at the end.  We were on a time limit which I wasn’t aware when I made the reservation.  It was enough time for us to chat but we probably could’ve stayed longer.  I called Dave as I was walking back to my car.  He was just leaving home for the game, so it wasn’t enough time for me to get home and stay with Peyton.  Had the baseball game not been moved back an hour, I would’ve made it for Peyton.  I went home to change, then headed to the field.  Peyton was playing ipad, so I started to throw with Brandon to warm him up.  Dave was running some batting drills, so Brandon was throwing to two separate guys.  I didn’t want to throw to either of the other players, as I didn’t want to be responsible for hurting any kids.  Luckily, I didn’t hurt my own either.  After Dave was done, I went to sit with Peyton.  The game before ours was running late, so we were waiting around for a long time, about 20 minutes.  We got situated into the stands, and were prepared for the last game of the fall season.  Peyton watched her movies, while I was able to watch the game.  Brandon was up at bat, and I got to film his entire at-bat.  Here’s what he did…HOME. RUN!!!  I kept quiet until he rounded second, and then it looked like he was going to get all the way around, but only if he ran hard.  I went a little nuts…I blame my mom 🙂  She is a loud cheerer, too.  But this was his first one ever!  The team ended up winning by one run.  Jack also had hit a home run earlier, so it was definitely an exciting game!  We celebrated the end of the season at the restaurant down the street.  It was a great season, and the coach made a mini speech, while the team presented him with a gift card as well as team photo.  We’re home now watching the WS game.  What a great day!

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