Lasts leading to firsts: Play ball! Our first day of our last season of baseball and softball

Play Ball!  In the States, it is that time of year that reminds me of green grass, lines of lime on a clay field, eye black,  peanuts, soft pretzels, and cow tails. You can never forget the snow cones! Grape’s more favorite but Cherry’s favorite too! (click the hyperlink please 😉 )  There’s chatter in the fields as well as chatter at the fence line. No matter how in depth your conversation with your fence line BFF may be , you always saw your kid’s great play.  In summation, it’s the best time of the year.

Today was our local littler league baseball and softball organizations try outs.  I love seeing the parents and children again.  The exclamations of “I can’t believe how much they’ve grown since last season” are heard on repeat.  The time waiting for your kids age group to be up is just extra social time with friends enjoying the sunshine and atmosphere together. I love it all.

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Odd to know that this will be our last season here.  I am excited to get involved in Gaelic Athletic Association’s various sports.  I look forward to my kids being involved on the field and me on the sideline.  No quicker way to make friends than on a football pitch!  Be that as it may, there is no doubt that we will also play baseball/softball when we move. But it won’t be the same.  Baseball is such iconic americana that has not quite caught on as well in Ireland.  Ah well, that’s what back yards and satellite tv are for, we will just have to make sure that we have plenty of peanuts and Cracker Jacks on hand!

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Lasts leading to Firsts : Malachy’s (not Malachi’s) last stateside birthday

My poor middle child has been saddled with a name that he has had to constantly correct people’s pronunciation on, politely I must add. I blame Frank McCourt. If I hadn’t read Angela’s Ashes shortly before he was conceived, I would not have been charmed by the name. If not for this twist of fate, he would not have had to, from an early age, learn to say “Actually my name is Malachy, like a key, but you can call me Mal”.

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My sweet Malachy just had a birthday a few days ago.  His last birthday before becoming a teenager also happens to be the last birthday he will celebrate in the US.  We were able to celebrate at home with ice-cream cake, family, and a small group of his friends.  I must ask, when in the world did Middle school children get so loud?? There were only 3 of them over as guests but I was scared that the police were going to be called in for breaking several noise ordinances in our area.  😉

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The weather cooperated with us for the entertainment, thankfully.  It has been quite snowy in the midatlantic region of the US this winter, as you may have heard or experienced yourself.  While it was not snowing on the day of Malachy’s party, there was plenty of snow on the ground for a massive snow ball fight.  I wish I had pictures but we lived in the moment and enjoyed watching the kids and *ahem* some adults enjoy in the terror of snow!  I don’t want to say that this was instigated by my husband, but I would be lying if I said that he had not.  Not sure if my big fella will ever grow up completely, but he is great craic the way he is ( and a great daddy) so I don’t want him to change.  shhh! Don’t let him know, the head is big enough as it is already. ❤

It was such a joy to see my wee boy enjoying his day so much.  He doesn’t always know it but he has the key to my heart.