Against the Odds

Imagine you're a Nationals player keeping loose during batting practice. You decide to throw one of the balls up to the 29 boys and 1 girl jumping up and down with their gloves in hand. Would you toss it to a girl or a boy? Both pitcher Odalis Perez and catcher Will Nieves went against the odds and threw balls to Doodle, and she easily caught them both. The dads and boys around us were all grousing that they always throw the balls to the cute girls. We left the area after Doodle got the second one for her sister so that other people could have a chance. LOL. The ball has the MLB stamp on it and is labeled as a training/ practice ball. Now Doodle's goal is to catch a game ball, but that's trickier.

Doodle is a huge Mets fan, ever since the Nationals traded her favorite player to the Mets, so I sprung for tickets to Wednesday night's game. She was thrilled to be able to get her ball signed by one of the Mets' pitchers and to have some one-on-one time with me (and it was a long time: batting practice starts 2.5 hours before the game). Tootle stayed home with Nana; she isn't able to stay awake long enough for a night game yet.

Doodle checks the stats in the Sport section of the paper every day and frequently visits the Mets home page. I'm curious to find out what she'll do if the Mets dump her favorite player. She may like backing a winning team so much that she'll stick with them. The Mets creamed the Nats 12-0; it was a painful game to watch.

Firsts

One of my biggest worries in adopting an almost three-year old back in 2005 was that I would mourn missing out on so many firsts: first words, crawling, walking, etc. I do sometimes get sad when Tootle asks me a question about when she was a baby and I'm not able to give her nearly as much detail as I can Doodle, but I don't really mourn the lost firsts as much as I expected. I quickly learned to shift my perspective and celebrate the firsts that I still get to experience through her eyes. For example, I'm pretty sure that Tootle had never had a band aid before I met her. The wonder with which she beheld her first band aid was something to see.

Last week on vacation we had two new firsts: Tootle's first fishing experience (she LOVED it) and another one that I expected to check off the list at a far younger age: Tootle let me sing her to sleep for the first time. I always sang Doodle to sleep when she was a baby and still do so when she is having a tough time falling asleep. Our go-to song is one I sorta made up, and any time that I have tried to sing it to Tootle, she has quickly told me to stop. On vacation one night both girls were still awake at 10 p.m. because they hadn't processed the sugary goodness of their toasted marshmallows yet, and Doodle asked me to sing. I knew that I couldn't sing the old standard because Tootle would protest, so I sang our No. 2 song, Edelweiss. Surprisingly, Tootle loved it and asked me to sing it again and again. In a short time both girls were asleep. I don't know why I've never tried to sing Edelweiss to Tootle before, but I'm glad that the opportunity finally arose. It was sweet to be able to sing her to sleep, and since we've been home, she has asked me to do it two more times.

The picture is of Edelweiss. I've always loved this song from The Sound of Music that waxes so poetically about a flower, and now it will be even more special to me.

Lucky Ears

Doodle is self conscious about the size of her ears, to the point that she doesn't like to pull her hair back. Unexpectedly, I'm taking advantage of the large number of Chinese women being shown in the Olympics coverage on NBC to point out all the Chinese female athletes whose ears are larger than Doodle's, at the same time noting how beautiful they are. I hope it makes Doodle at least a tad less self conscious.

Doodle is aware that the Chinese consider wide ear lobes to be lucky, but it doesn't make her feel any better. We've actually had people in China and staff in Chinese restaurants here in the U.S. comment on what wonderfully lucky ears Doodle has. Nowadays they don't seem so lucky to me; I want the curtain of hair to be tied back. I need to cross my fingers that this phase passes quickly.

Meditative Vacation

We spent last week at this resort in the mountains of Western Maryland. It was so relaxing that the girls decided to "meditate" a few times, once while boating and another when sitting on rocks. We hiked, swam, fished, boated, and toasted marshmallows. The lodge had kids' activities so I signed the girls up for "Hook, Line, and Sinker" where the staff taught the girls how to fish, which meant that I didn't have to be the one to put the bait on their hooks and take the fish off the hooks and release them back into the lake. Tootle caught six fish and even caught a log and a fish at the same time. Doodle caught a small mouth bass and several other fish. Now the trick is for me to stay as relaxed when I return to work tomorrow. Oommmm...

Go China Go

We're having a blast watching the Olympics. We missed the first two hours of the Opening Ceremonies (we were on the road home from vacation) but we were awestruck by what we saw. Tootle quickly went off to bed after seeing some fireworks, but Doodle watched until the end. We were both very touched by the adorable nine-year old earthquake hero and amazed by the spectacular pageantry. Today we did yard work and then had the Olympics on TV all afternoon and evening as we did chores (me) and played (the girls). The girls are having fun rooting for both American and Chinese athletes. Several times today they broke into a loud chorus of "Go, China, go" that our neighbors could probably hear.

Autograph Hounds

Doodle loves baseball, and when we heard that two Washington Nationals players were going to be at the National Zoo signing autographs, we quickly jumped in the car to join in the fun. Doodle was thrilled to have her ball signed by relief pitcher Charlie Manning and infielder Pete Orr; Tootle was less thrilled because it meant aborting a planned trip to the ice rink (accomplished a day later).

De-bunked

After thinking about disassembling the girls' full-size bunk beds and selling the twin bed that Tootle has slept in for three years, we finally did it today. Tootle's best friend will be sleeping in the twin bed now, and Tootle is thrilled to have more real estate for her stuffed animal "kingdom" (her word, not mine). Doodle is happy that she can feel the cooling breeze from the ceiling fan and that she has a bed that she can jump on again (I didn't think of that drawback). On to identifying more stuff to sell at our yard sale. I think I'll put all profits into saving for a trip to Disney World.

Most nights, Tootle comes racing in to my room and climbs into bed with me in the middle of the night. She claims that the larger bed means that she will only be sleeping with me 1 in every 14 nights. We'll see.