One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Axis of Evil. Or 3 tiny Angel's. You pick.
Have you ever wandered into your kitchen to find a maniac sitting on the counter holding a foot long knife? Neither had I until the other day when I came out of my bedroom to find Rakes holding what I've since been told is the "bread knife", grinning maniacally and telling me "this is my sord Dad."
Angie topped THAT the next day by telling me she found Rakes in the dining room with said knife, waving it in Trot's face and shouting " 'Bere is Bendy Taptain Hook?" If you don't speak Rakes that means "Where is Wendy Captain Hook?"
Seems as if my 3 year old whirling dervish has developed an obsession with Peter Pan. Add that to Trot's climbing fetish, and Ciera turning 13 overnight, and my stress level is pinging at about 5,000 RPM's.
I honestly have no idea what to expect when I get home each night: could be nirvana, and it could be total chaos. I never really can tell. All I know is I would not change it for the world.
Raising children is the most stressful, nerve wracking experience in the world. It's also the most rewarding: I have no clue if I'll survive the next 18 years or so with my sanity intact, but I'm looking forward to the challenge.
All I know is looking at that picture, and thinking about what kind of effort it took to get it to turn out as good as that, means Angie and I should win some sort of prize.
In baseball news, tough loss tonight: Wake went 7+ but ended up on the short end with a 7-2 loss. 2 HR's by the Tigers was the final nail in the coffin. You can't expect to win 'em all, but I'd sure like to try. Tomorrow is a new day, and a 8.5 cushion going into tonight is a good thing.
Tomorrow night brings Julian vs. 3-0 Mike Maroth: I'll be dreaming of hit batsman and knockout punches at home plate.