Of Cats and Bats

Sorry I've been AWOL.  Frankly, I'm entering my late election-cycle news/blogs avoidance mode a bit early this year, so I haven't been all that keen on reading or writing.

Plus, LEGO BATMAN remains awesome. And a huge time suck.

And I'm dugout mom - again - and Wednesday's game managed to take out two of our players, and nearly me.  One kid hit another one on the head with a bat--IN THE DUGOUT. I KNOW.--and one of the twins, don't ask me which one because I can't tell them apart unless I look at their jersey numbers (did I mention they're FRATERNAL twins?  Weird.), got smacked in the mouth with a ball.  Blood ensued.  Let's just say that my purchase of a first aid kit was prescient.

Overall, though, I am loving The Boy's baseball team this year.  They boys are so cute!  Well, when they aren't concussing one another with bats or bleeding all over the place, but you know what I mean.  My favorites are A., the coach's son who informed me that mostly he's just in this for the snacks; W., who spent 10 minutes discoursing on the kinds of animals you can kill with different calibre weapons (his dad's a big deer hunter), and H.L., who's just a solid little dude, and practically a carbon copy of his dad.  The Boy seems to be enjoying himself as well.  We have another game tonight - hopefully we will survive with limbs intact, though there are no guarantees.

In other news, I took the satellite dish collar off of the cat.  She was so happy she drooled and didn't even spit her pill at me.  Dumb cat.