Shots from the dugout
Like Father like son.
The final line up.
Happy boys heading back to the hotel pool.
Shots from the dugout
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This weekend is the USSSA boys baseball state tournament in Des Moines, Iowa. We are headed out with only Isaiah and Emily. It should be a great weekend with our two oldest children... we haven't had these two kids alone in over eight years! I am looking forward to not reminding anyone to use the bathroom, or get their shoes on, or brush their teeth.
Posted by amy smith at 9:01 AM 3 comments
that is how i feel lately. pent up.
there is this intense energy and focus inside boiling and brewing, and yet, to date, has no escape.
pent up.
out of sorts, quick tempered, agitated.
just pent up.
so, i apologize to all of you who have to deal with me on a regular basis.
you may want to stand back a few feet when we talk.
i am, well, pent up.
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Tonight the kids department at church rented out the Aquatic Center for a night swim. On most days in the summer, this would have been a refreshing treat. Tonight, not so much. It was freezing. And by freezing, i believe it was around sixty-nine degrees. No one wanted to swim.
Posted by amy smith at 11:43 PM 2 comments
It's annoying but justice and equality are mates, aren't they? Justice always wants to hang out with equality. And equality is a real pain in the ass. Seriously.
Preventing the poorest of the poor from selling their products while we sing the virtues of the free market, that's not charity: That's a justice issue. Holding children to ransom for the debts of their grandparents, that's not charity: That's a justice issue. Withholding life-saving medicines out of deference to the Office of Patents, well that's not charity. To me, that's a justice issue.
--Bono
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it's late.
my eyes have that tell tale stinging.
my body is exhausted.
my mind races.
sleep won't come.
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Today was Friday Fun Day! The kids were supposed to wear their team colors... Go ENGLAND!!!
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It began like this... Hannah's pink scarf. I think he rather liked wearing it.
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at British soccer camp
Posted by amy smith at 12:13 AM 2 comments
there is so much going on in my head,
and my heart seems to be in a constant state of unrest.
i struggle with how much to share, here, on the blog. but as you can see, when i am not writing, my posts are full of meaningless and superficial words and pictures. at times i feel like it will all explode, and at other times i feel like if i just tune it all out, it might actually go away. as if i even know what "it" is.
a lot of things i guess.
if i manage to muster up the courage to work it all out, i will let you know.
Posted by amy smith at 11:02 PM 4 comments
This is the first year any of our kids have participated in British soccer camp, but apparently it is all the rage. Hannah and Micah both had a great time, and can't wait to go back tomorrow morning. They didn't even mind the rain! It must be that Seattle blood!
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a few of my favorite photos from saturday. these are a whole lot happier than the last one!
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Today was one of those days. It began with Isaiah sick, but insisting on going to the baseball tournament. Two good games, and then a tornado warning. The rest of the games got cancelled, but our evening picnic with friends was still on. About three minutes before we were leaving, I heard Micah scream. The story goes like this: Micah had just gotten a piece of cake, and while he was walking to the table to sit down, he tripped and fell and dropped his cake. He was very upset about this, and stormed back toward the garage to get a new piece, but it was dark, and he didn't see the little black border fence in his way. He tripped and fell on the fence. Then, the scream. Once I saw the laceration, I knew he needed to get to the hospital, so a friend drove Micah and I. It was late. We got home even later. Two internal stitches, and four external. Quite a night. He was very brave, and didn't cry once. Got home around 11pm. He fell asleep before I even had a chance to wash him up. Poor little guy.
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there are no words to describe the emotion at the airport this afternoon. the landers family is finally together. and the real journey has begun.
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After a game of charades, Emily decided to make a snack for everyone... some sort of graham cracker, butter, brown sugar, chocolate chip, sprinkle thing.
Posted by amy smith at 1:50 PM 1 comments
there is so much going on right now. too much to write down. too much to process. just too much. if you haven't been following, jody and andy have zeke and kora, and are making their way back to Dakar, Senegal. they will be home on friday. it is amazing. there were so many obstacles in their way, and to think of them spending their first night with those babies takes my breath away.
we are officially on summer break. steve is out of town until wednesday. we have soccer, birthday parties, friends over, and baseball.
so much.
really.
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