Baseball Bat

Cash has decided he really likes playing baseball.  

If I stand about 1.5 feet away from him and throw the ball directly at the bat, he can usually hit the ball about 1 out of 5 times.  He's quite the baseball professional. 

However, he likes to pretend (because I know he knows better) that he doesn't know the difference between the ball and say, a cat or a mama.  Today, I had to take the bat away after a couple of warnings and this was the face I got. 

After a little protesting, he got distracted by his box of juice.

 

Wordless Wednesday

Good Parenting

This is me being a good parent on a chilly, cloudy afternoon.

Misfit Monday

It feels weird that next week is Thanksgiving.  I'm still a little in denial that Chicken's arrival is only about a month away.  Thankfully, all the misfits are being very supportive and helpful. 

We're getting everything ready for our company holiday gifts.  In the next couple of weeks, my aunt and I will be making pounds and pounds of fudge.  I will try to only eat a pound or so of fudge.  

Speaking of yummy things to eat, Cash man and I tried to decorate a gingerbread house.  It doesn't look very yummy (or pretty), but he had a good time concentrating on his work (for about 30 seconds).

Sunday Train Ride

Yesterday while Mormor and I did a bunch of work organizing for Chicken and decorating for Christmas -  Buttin took Cash for an "adventure" - the train ride

Today, after Mormor left (after doing lots more work) Buttin, Cash and I all went for a train ride.

Mormor Is In Town

So we put up the Christmas decorations!

Filanthropy Friday

I've been meaning to donate to the Pregnancy & Postpartum Health Alliance of Texas for a few weeks, but other things just kept happening.

One of my baby mama friends, Heather, is on the board and they had a wine tasting fundraiser in October.  (A side note:  the winner of the wine tasting got to bring home oodles of wine, which is totally my kind of fundraiser).  I wasn't able to attend the fundraiser, but I wanted to make a contribution.

Not all moms are as lucky as me to have found a group of supportive women to help me with all things postpartum.  Looking back, I'm not so sure what I would have done without all those Wednesday meetings and play/cry/get pooped on/eat gatherings.  Most new moms feel the need to cry and it's much better to cry in a group.  

I'm not sure the PPHAT's goal is to help women find co-crying groups, but they do want to give women help and resources.  The most important thing in being a new mom is knowing that you're not alone.