Another Season in the Books

So, hello friends.  Long radio silence here on Maggie P.  Sorry bout that.

Spring Rec Ball turned into All-Stars for us, and my friends, let me just say that All-Stars is no joke.  It was a lot of hard work for this little boy (and his parents).  We had 2-3 hour practices smack in the middle of the evening 2-3 days a week.  But, my sweet A learned a lot about baseball and grew up just a little bit, so we are glad for this season.

As you can see, there has been some sewing here at Maggie P--the cute little spirit wear tank dresses were made for the girls before the first game.  We have matching hair accessories, but those were tossed waaaaaay before this pic was taken.  We got lots of compliments on our dresses and they are pretty stinking cute.

This last tournament was a killer, with rain delays and back to back games on Saturday and Sunday.  The boys tied for 3rd place for the Regional Title (having already won the District 8 Championship).  Oh, and just to be clear--the girls were groomed before the game.  We had brushed hair and ponytails and all that.  There was a splash pad at this ballpark (someone was using their brain when they did that) and the girls played in it while the boys slugged thru the last game.

This boy, this boy who daily steals my heart, wanted his number to be a 1 because he knew how much the number means to me.  It is in fact the only and best number ever, but I may be a little biased (if you're lost, that's because you didn't go to the 'W', but that's okay--not everyone is blessed enough to be a Loyal Daughter).  I was a #1 a long time ago in my college years, so A wanted to be a #1 also.

Our super kind neighbors were awesome to us this summer--one drove over to see a game during the State Tournament while another one came over to give A some batting pointers.  Those pointers made something click and A had some GREAT hits this game.  When he gets just a little bit stronger he's going to be a force to be reckoned with.

But in the end, we had to go home.  These boys played very, very hard and all of the parents are really proud of them.

So for one more time....

One, Two, Three

OG!!!!

You see the south Louisiana glisten on my face?  Southern girls do indeed sweat as well as glisten, and we do it in places as we get older that we never dreamed possible.  But that's enough about that.

These kids.