June 23, 2008
Summerfest
We’ve been worshiping at the altar of baseball so frequently that my fanny has permanent ridges from the aluminum bleachers. We head to Cooperstown for a week of baseball on July 4 and the team is working hard to get ready for facing other 12-year-olds from across the nation.
It was only fitting then, that in atonement, and also to get them out of my hair, I sent Finn and Porter to Vacation Bible School this morning. Finn is an official helper and Porter is a participant. Drew is still at camp, wearing a pink shirt and his wallabys as he rides horses and jumps over posts.
During my three hours of freedom, I was the quintessential suburban mom. I Jazzercised. A new lady there told me I was a “great dancer” and you’d have thought the Rockettes had contacted me, I was so buzzed about the compliment.
On to the carwash, where I made out a grocery list for the week: tiny burgers and lamb pilaf from Cooking Light, Chicken Adobo and tacos with some of the mounds of venison in the freezer are on the menu. If anything stands out I’ll report back. I made some phone calls in preparation for our upcoming trip to Cooperstown, then ran by the grocery and the library to pick up a copy of Darkness Visible, William Styron’s book about his experience with crippling depression. It’s been on my list of books to read for a while, and I’m hoping that the beautiful writing will make up for the melancholy subject matter.
Porter watched “The Parent Trap” this weekend, and I should have guessed that he’d try to masquerade as his brother at Bible School, but I didn’t. It was only when his teacher told me that “Drew had a great day and was very well-behaved” that I realized he’d pulled the twin switcheroo. Finn thought it was dumb, but I think it’s one of the few tricks you’re entitled to as a twin, especially since it works even when the twins look nothing alike.
As we drove home, Finn was devastated to learn that I’d been unable to locate the tortillas at the store. His current lunch consists of pizzas he makes himself with tortillas, pizza sauce, pepperoni, cheese, oregano and Tabasco. Nothing would satisfy him but a quick swing by our neighborhood Piggly Wiggly for tortillas, and that’s what we were doing when he saw two of his friends walking down the street and yelled for the car to STOP.
The boys greeted me, but I couldn’t help noticing that one was making odd twitching movements with his neck which Finn seemed able to interpret.
“I don’t need any tortillas– we can get them tomorrow– I’m gonna go hang out,” he said and bailed out of the van.
“I bet he left so he wouldn’t have to help put up the grocery bags,” Porter said.
“You’re probably right.”
I refrained from saying that as I drove away, I looked in the direction the boys were heading and caught a glimpse of two females of approximately the same age in the distance. Dude picked ladies over tortillas. Things are changing fast around here.
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June 23rd, 2008 at 2:16 pm, Bobbi Rightmyer Says:
Nice blog! I learned about you from the ladies at AllMediocre.
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June 23rd, 2008 at 2:58 pm, jodifur Says:
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June 23rd, 2008 at 3:32 pm, Traci Says:
I only live about 40 minutes from Cooperstown. I’m guessing you’ll all be at the field of dreams?
I totally recommend making the short drive to Oneonta to get some chicken from Brook’s house of bbq. It is the best chicken ever!
June 23rd, 2008 at 4:10 pm, Joy East of theKingdom Says:
Good luck in Cooperstown! The son of one of my co-workers from our Carolina market went a few summers back and said it was awesome. The boys all got championship rings and even got their names on a plaque in the Baseball Hall of Fame!
Hope you have a good time!
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June 23rd, 2008 at 4:38 pm, Headless Mom Says:
Cooperstown- so cool!
Chicks, they scare me in relation to the boys.
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June 23rd, 2008 at 8:23 pm, Toni-EvinNRobsMom Says:
They all grow up too fast!! What are you going to do when he brings home a girl for the first time?? Wait…when he does, you won’t be the Lone Vagina anymore!!
June 24th, 2008 at 10:04 am, CourtneyRyan369 Says:
Hey! I’m not far from Cooperstown either and I HIGHLY recomend Brooks! And Alfrescos! (A little Italian place in Oneonta) And Mama Nina’s if you just want to grab a slice of pizza. Ask them for “A slice of Cold Cheese Pizza” It’s an Oneonta treat.
Can you tell I grew up there?
Have fun - its a great time!
Oh, and too cute that Porter tried the switcheroo.
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June 24th, 2008 at 6:10 pm, Cassie Says:
Girls over tortillas! Yikes.
June 25th, 2008 at 1:27 pm, momumo Says:
Cooperstown is THE BEST little league baseball experience that can be had! The locals probably don’t go here, but we had a helluva a good dinner in C-town at Foo-Kin(sp?) John’s Chinese — may have been made better by laughing at the name all night long?
I’m jealous, would go back in a heartbeat — have fun!
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