And I don’t have a pic to show for it, because — bad mom! — I forgot my camera.  Another mom volunteered her camera, saying she’d e-mail the pics.  I took some nice ones, but neglected to give her my e-mail addy.  Duh.  I’ll do that tonight, as there is another game.

Anyways.  The game was Saturday.  His team won 7-6.  It’s Fall Instructional League, so, honestly, it wasn’t the smoothest, nor the quickest of games.  They called the game at the 1:45 time limit, and the boys had only gone four innings. 

Not that I’m biased or anything , but I think Ethan did great.  As a batter, he went 0 for 1 with one walk and a strikeout.  He played an inning at 2nd base, one at 3rd, and sat out one inning.  But, he also pitched an inning, seeing a little of everything:  he struck out two, walked one, hit one batter, induced a slow-rolling groundout, and gave up one hit.

In odd news, we saw an old friend, another mom whom Martin and I used to know, used to go to church with, back when we were all single.  It was very strange.  She in short-shorts and a sleeveless top and kitten heels, speaking of her divorce, and how her 7yo son is her “life,” and how she sold her old house and downsized to 3400 s.f., and about her business, and how’s she’s building a state-of-the-art facility for her women’s fitness training and motivational speaking business.  She looked at me pointedly, “And what are you doing?” 

Ugh. 

I hate that moment, when I know that my answer of, “I’m being a stay-at-home mom to our four children and homeschooling the oldest three,” will be viewed as “less than” and inadequate, even when I KNOW it’s a valuable “profession.”  I rather let myself be excused, finding some reason for which one of my children needed me, elsewhere, leaving Martin to fend for himself, noble and capable man that he is.  :D 

Martin and I talked briefly about it afterwards, and came to the conclusion that she’s just gone down a different path with different values, and oh, well.  What can you do about it, except hope not to see her in the future?

In other news, not for the weak-of-stomach, 17-month-old Audrey is ill. She’s had diarrhea since LAST Sunday.  For a day or so, she’ll look like things are healing, but then it kicks back in with a stinky vengeance.  She’s not dehydrated, but I’m starting to get concerned. She ate two Goldfish crackers on the sly last Sunday in the church nursery, then, she ate a handful of sand here at home (and our dog’s been relieving herself in the sandbox lately — UGH!!!).  Even if the gluten bothered her, it wouldn’t go on for a whole week+.  I may have to bring her to the doctor, but historically, doctors just don’t help much with gastrointestinal issues, and I fear it’ll be a waste of time.  But, now she’s running a fever, and my heart just goes out to my daughter.  I feel like I have to do something.  
 

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