Back Where We Belong

Everyone is back home where they belong...finally. When we left CA last week, Rebekah stayed in HB with the grandparents for an additional week. Eric was home for 2 days from wrestling camp, and then had to go on the Trek (a pioneer-like camping/reality experience with church) for 4 days. David went to baseball camp for 5 days, 9am-2pm. With all this free time, I did nothing. I don't know why. I didn't get anything done. It was like going into hibernation for a week. Anyway.......

We came home from our San Diego/HB trip on Friday night. David started a baseball camp on Monday morning. Intense pitching and hitting coaching with pizza for lunch every day. His dream come true. It turns out that it was a good thing for us to shell out WAY too much money for his week-long training, because he made the Little Leage All-Star team. After the regular season, 2 kids from every team are nominated for the All-Star team, which goes to regional, state, and national championships, and the Little League World Series (of course, they have to make it that far first). Last year David was nominated, but wasn't drafted (selected by the "Alll Star" coach). This year, he's first on the list! Yea, David! I'm so proud of my ball-playin', 11 year old, future hall-of-famer!

Rebekah had a fun week getting spoiled by the grandparents. She got to fly home (first time on a plane) Saturday. I missed her so much. There was much less talking going on without her:) I thought she might be a little freaked out by flying alone, but she was fine. All the people, signs, crowds.... no problem. She's such a born traveler. It helps that she's my thrill-seeker and probably thought that flying out of John Wayne Airport was like a boring roller coaster. She said the worst part was the two little kids behind her who kept fighting and yelling at their mom the whole time. All I could do was smile at that one. (Don't worry....that mom is actually one that I have never been. We've never taken our kids on a plane. They're so deprived.)

Eric left for the Trek on Tuesday morning and got home on Friday afternoon. He had such a good time! We basically had to drag him there, but it all ended good. Anytime you tell an almost 15 year old boy that he has to miss football for a week, wear pioneer-period clothing, push a handcart for 20 miles, sleep out in the open, etc.... he's not going to be thrilled. Once he got there he decided to participate in all the "stuff" and see if it was worth it. I'm so proud of him! He mastered the handcart, including tying down the load properly (apparently that's tough), killing a chicken (complete with plucking it, gutting it, and cooking & eating it...nasty!), being Mr. Personality at the square dance, and all sorts of other stuff. I even got a call from his "Ma" telling me how much fun he was, etc. It's so nice to hear the good stuff your kids do. You usually only hear when they do something stupid.

It's back to normal now........we're holed up in the house because it's 110 outside!

Are we gonna move out of this hell, or not? (to be continued)