United States of the Merica

It's been a rough weekend around the Webb house and, while I probably have plenty of things to blog about, I don't have the energy, time, or extended periods by myself to do so. The past few weeks has been pretty crazy in itself. Chip and I have started a new workout program that seems to both suck the life out of us AND eat up every spare minute we always thought we didn't have. You would think I would have a million pictures to post after starting photography class, but since I'm now second guessing everything I do with my camera, that is just not so.

The weekend started with yet another trip for me to the emergency room at Blount Memorial with what I believe to be my 5th kidney stone. I don't think I screamed as loud or for nearly as long when you combine the labor of my two children. However, this was a relatively easy trip to the ER. I was brought right back and was back home after about 3 hours. Chip wasn't able to make it until after the morphine started (my poor mother had to endure both the ride to the ER and the time it took for the meds to kick in) so he simply played games on his phone while I dozed in and out waiting for the official diganosis.

The weekend is ending with Cooper on the couch with what seems to be a stomach bug. Hopefully we can get him outside so that the fresh, beautiful, warm air can make him feel better quickly! The rest of us plan to take turns enjoying the outdoors!

Until I have a better batch of photos and/or funny stories to tell you about, here's a couple of videos from a week or so ago.

Easter Pictures...And not much else.

Easter seems so long ago that I feel like the best thing to do is just post pictures. If I took the time to remember every great detail, all the funny things that were said and the meaningful time we spent with family...you might get a new blog by Mother's Day!

The sun is just too much for Cooper, so he borrow's Mommy's sunglasses.
This cracks me up. Sam couldn't care less that he has a bucket on his head, he just wants to put that egg back together!

My sad attempt at an Easter picture.

Kendall and Auntie Em.

My Easter Chick.

The "other" Webb Family

The little rascal wouldn't look forward, just off to the side with that sly little look that says "he-he. I'm not gonna cooperate!"

Kendall waits patiently (pretty much) to go outside for our Saturday Family Egg Hunt. As a nice touch, we found a beautifully painted egg in our house later. TWO weeks later. And yes, not surprisingly, it was the smell that tipped us off.

Cooper WAS wearing a really cute outfit. However, he only wore it to church and took half the outfit off in the car after church.

Who's on First???

The day finally came. Saturday was a big day for the Wild Webb Family. It was, arguably, The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives. Or better, The Day Our Lives Changed Forever. It's true. Why, you ask? What could possibly be so life-changing that you haven't already heard about it?
We attended our first Baseball Jamboree. We had our first of millions of sunny, warm afternoons at the ballpark.
Drew's Mommy said it best in a text that morning..."See you at the ballpark." That was a statement I had not used or heard since 1992 when I myself was spending most of my weekends at Maryville Little League (GO Nuggets and GO Rebels!). And until this week, I hadn't really realized we were "there" yet. It may not always be Alcoa Youth Baseball fields, of course. We might be referring to the tennis court, the soccer field or the golf course. Heaven forbid we ever be speaking of the football field! Alas, our lives have changed. We are Baseball Dads and Soccer Moms, officially.

Kendall had a great hit. Notice, this is not plural. This is tee-ball, folks, so she clearly had the opportunity to make as many hits as she had at-bats. She hit a great ball that went between the 3rd baseman and the 4 kids playing short-stop. She ran to first and beat the defender easily. The crowd was so proud. All the Braves Parents were cheering wildly. Her teammate hit an equally great shot, wherein everyone started yelling "Go to second Kendall!!!!" Let the drama begin. She stopped dead in her tracks, brought her chin to her chest and starting crying big ole real tears. I think the Braves coaches learned a valuable lesson yesterday: Do not raise your voice at Kendall, good or bad. She chose not to bat again.
Cooper's at-bat's were uneventful. I was just proud of him for even being up there since he had possibly dislocated his finger during gymnastics! He only cried a little bit and the swelling was apparently not keeping him from holding the bat or ball. Here's a shout-out to our good friend, Dr. Wight for doing an impromptu exam on Cooper on his coveted day off. Cooper got on base each time he batted and unfortunately was tagged out running home in the last inning. As a new baseball-parent, it was mildy heartbreaking to see your child get tagged out. Luckily, they don't care and run grinning back to the dugout ready for whatever is next!

Drew, Cooper and Kendall had already spent the morning together at gymnastics. They apparently could feel the excitement in the air at the ballfields, even though they really had no idea why this was any different from a regular practice!

A classic dugout photo. I feel very American when I look at this photo and the excitement and joy on their faces as they get ready to embark on one of America's favorite pasttimes!

GOOOOOOOOO Braves!

It was a perfect day, and even though they are four year olds, I won't lie when I say it kinda felt good to beat the Cubs 11-0!