Day 3,617

The Reset

Daddy decided to put the kids through a workout Thursday morning. With extra energy consistently being Bearett’s quickest way into trouble, mitigating it is becoming quite necessary for everyone’s sanity. He’s eight and my goodness, the child is endlessly filled with all sorts of ideas and wiggles and screams and snorts and continues to provoke his sisters any chance he gets. I’ve been told again and again that this sort of energy is totally normal from boys BUT OH MY WORD MAKE IT STOP FOR FIVE MINUTES!!! So Dad did. Only he needed to correct some sloppy form before they got too far into their exercises.  

When you have an athlete for a daddy, it comes with the territory. 

Dad timed their 20 seconds on, 20 seconds off workout from the couch and by the end of it, we’d succeeded in tiring that wild child out alongside his sisters. However, it wore off rather quickly and soon enough, we were right back in to the thick of snarls and spastic movements and flying objects and screaming sisters. Boy moms: ya feel me? 

Tuesdays and Thursdays are now much more busy with gymnastics in the evenings, so our routine has since changed a bit. Once school starts, my guess is that we’ll attend less games and likely be even later to them than we already are. We usually show up somewhere in the fifth or sixth inning. Games start at 6:35 here, but that’s usually the time the kids are waking up from their naps! So we get there when we can and have only somehow missed Daddy pitching once this season while home. We nearly did it a second time, having to sprint up the hill and into the foyer to watch his first inning of work on the tv. 

Luckily, he went out for another inning and this time, our tardiness allowed us to watch him from right behind home plate. 

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I’m thankful for these sweet memories watching Bub watch his Dad. Adam’s had a rough past month of work. After two months of pitching better than he’s ever pitched in his life and expecting from the beginning to spend little time in Durham, he’s faltered and has since waded through some muddy waters of late. I could use many words to describe the unmet expectations the last three years of baseball has met us with, but instead, I was thankful to just stand back and enjoy the scene before me. 

After Adam was finished—a solid outing spanning parts of three innings—we assumed our regular bullpen seats and ate our homemade spaghetti supper. 

Afterwards, it was back to silliness and lots of Durham Bulls smiles. This week is shark week here at the DBAP, and so Wool E. Bull was appropriately dressed in his life guarding gear, though instead of saving small children from big scary sharks, he was saving his small tail from big scary children. 

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