Ficklicity

It has never been my intent to let this poor little blog become the redheaded stepchild (not that I have anything against redheads or stepchildren), yet I also don't want to be someone that offers twenty excuses every time I start a blog post about how incredibly busy I am (even though, you know, I am) or why I just can't be bothered to type out a few words.

Last week I decided to stop blogging. I convinced myself that it was no longer a passion, and that I would never get where I really wanted with it (that's a whole 'nother post). Then I told myself to shut up.

Have I ever told you that I'm a fickle person? I learned that word really early in my childhood, because I'm pretty sure my mom used it when referring to me about every other day. Sometimes it was just when I was picking out a candy bar, other times it was more important decisions like a major in college. {and sidenote here: why did I spend so much time hemming and hawing over choosing a major when I would end up giving up in little more than a year or so? Can I somehow get that fickle time back?}

So I won't be closing my blog, and I'll try not to complain when I finally do blog about the million reasons I haven't been here. Doesn't matter anyway, does it?

I have a post I've been wanting to share for about 3 weeks now. That's how lazy my brain is right now. Or my body. Okay both. Honestly, I am a total airhead and I can't ever remember! But okay- now I've totally committed to it and I WILL do it.

Later.

Little League is back in a big way. I have to say, since I only have one kid in practices and games that I have to chauffeur, I enjoy this time of year. (When Ikey starts sports, probably not so much.) I love how excited Mikey gets over his practices and his new coach and meeting his new teammates. He just has such a passion for it and I love it.

This year we moved him up to the next level- last year he was in T-ball, then for winter ball (you know, those 80 degree "winter" days in September when we were all sweating) he was in coach pitch. But now we are confident enough in his abilities to understand the rules and to really be able to hang in there with the older kids (most kids are 8 & 9 in this level). I'm excited for him. What am I not excited for you ask? The THREE games in 4 days every other weekend will hold. That I think will do me in.

But I know Mikey will have a blast and I love nothing more than watching my kiddos (or my man) doing the stuff they enjoy. So I suck it up.