Josh had to go to a work conference (which I am very proud of him because he got to meet with our national senators regarding mental health for adolescents) in D.C. on Thursday so he left really early that morning. Luckily my mom came to town to help me with the boys. Thursday night Porter had t-ball practice and after what I went through with swimming I was a bit nervous about doing it without Josh. The last practice (first one of the season) went okay only because Josh didn't leave his side the entire time. He's actually a really good player (when he's not crying). My mom stayed home with Campbell so I could give Porter my undivided attention. I was hoping for the best but preparing for the worst so on the way to practice I swore up and down that I wouldn't leave his side. Once we got there and he saw all the kids on his team playing and having fun he actually relaxed a little and let me sit and watch from the sidelines. I was so proud of him for being so brave. I don't think I stopped smiling the entire time I was there. I was also a basket of nerves thinking that at any second he was going to burst into tears and come running over to me and practice would of been over. But he didn't. He's the youngest and smallest on the team but he can definitely hold his own.
Friday both kids were pretty tired after school so we played a little hockey, jump rope and hide and seek before bed.
Saturday morning the boys were really excited (can't lie so was I) that daddy was coming home.
But first before we picked him up at the airport we had to take pictures for t-ball. I honestly wasn't prepared for it all. I thought because practice went so well on Thursday that this also would be a cake walk. Boy was I wrong! Not five minutes of being there he lost his sh*t. So I had a velcro baby on one hip and a crying three year old on the other.
Needless to say we didn't have one picture of him smiling and I felt so bad for him. One day I hope he finds these pictures to be really funny and they will probably come back to haunt him at his wedding. It was an interesting morning to say the least.
Saturday morning the boys were really excited (can't lie so was I) that daddy was coming home.
But first before we picked him up at the airport we had to take pictures for t-ball. I honestly wasn't prepared for it all. I thought because practice went so well on Thursday that this also would be a cake walk. Boy was I wrong! Not five minutes of being there he lost his sh*t. So I had a velcro baby on one hip and a crying three year old on the other.
The calm before the storm
Needless to say we didn't have one picture of him smiling and I felt so bad for him. One day I hope he finds these pictures to be really funny and they will probably come back to haunt him at his wedding. It was an interesting morning to say the least.














