Bryson said something tonight that reminded me I better do a brain dump before too much time elapsed and I lose some of the detail.
Some time in October or November, the kids had some homework regarding 'opposites'. We asked the kids for a word that came to mind in regards to the opposite of 'now'. Addison responded, "not now!" with a lot of mischievous giggling. Then someone came to my mind quickly, my mother. :-)
Meanwhile Bryson has said a couple of things to where I had to stick my tongue in my cheek to keep from laughing. We had a relatively early hard cold front hit in the first half of November. I told Bryson it was going to be a low of 15 degrees and he asked "Does that mean it is the first day of Christmas?"
Yesterday, an orangeblood.com member notified us he'd uploaded his edited version of the 1969 UT@Arkansas game of the century. He removed most of the first half of no scoring. I started watching and Bryson walked in later with alot of questions. It was the first time he'd been introduced to our old SWC friends, the Arkansas Razorbacks and I think he's still trying to figure out how far back 1969 is. Tonight over dinner, Bryson was a little confused about why Texas didn't play yesterday. I gave it my best shot at explaining the fact that they have a 'bowl' game and you have to win 6 games and get invited. No more questions. After he finished his shower, he came into my study as I'm sitting here and asked if I could lay with him tonight. I asked him if he wanted to finish watching Texas play Arkansas. Without hesitation he hopped into my lap and we started with 4th down and 2 with 2+ minutes left down 14-8. At the very end, President Nixon is in the dressing room and presents a plaque for being number 1. Bryson said, "I bet he invited them to the bowling party, didn't he?"
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
My favorite baseball player
It has been too long since I've blogged about my Sheppard Kiddos but tonight I wanted to write about my favorite baseball player, Bryson Sheppard. The 2014 season has ended ... just a few days after the MLB season. Daddy and Bryson got to watch a few innings together before bed time ... and after bed time. I wish Bryson was 7 (or close-to) when the Rangers were in the WS 2 years in a row. Today's (current) time on TV reminds me of the time I spent with my dad aka Granpa in the dining room listening to WBAP 820 or in the kitchen dinette (Texan's Lamp Factory formica table) counting and rolling coins from concession stand revenues of the Bangs Little League Baseball Association.
Enough reminiscing. After our final tournament of the season ended today unsuccessfully for the most part, I was cleaning out Bryson's bat-pack (similar to a school back pack) and pulled out his glove he used this past spring and fall. He would not let go of it this fall after I bought him a new and better glove in August. I could tell all fall season he wanted to please me and use the new glove but deep down inside he wanted to hang on to his ol' glove that is associated to so many great memories. You even have to let a 6-7 yr old stick with the glove he prefers. It is not a bat. It is his personal glove that is part of his baseball playing body ... an extension to a limb. However, the glove is is so malformed due to it being broke in the minute we walk out of the store in February 2014, we have to switch. It is the glove that he loved and did so well with. Bryson and I had a great year. We won our 6 yr old league division, and this fall, our first season in machine pitch, we went 7-2-1. I could have made it 8-2 but I had to teach all of them a lesson re arrogance.
The spring of 2014 was a great experience with a high level of expectations, yet the Fall of 2014 Edmond league started with zero expectations and ended on a very high note. My point is 2014 is done ... the best year ever. I didn't like the way it ended ... this Sunday morning ... but as I swapped out the gloves in his bat-pack tonight in the dark after the time change (out with the old, in with the new) this coach and dad suddenly lost it. That ol' glove that produced double plays and one unassisted triple play will hang out in my study for a long time. I Love You Bryson. You will always be my favorite baseball player.
Enough reminiscing. After our final tournament of the season ended today unsuccessfully for the most part, I was cleaning out Bryson's bat-pack (similar to a school back pack) and pulled out his glove he used this past spring and fall. He would not let go of it this fall after I bought him a new and better glove in August. I could tell all fall season he wanted to please me and use the new glove but deep down inside he wanted to hang on to his ol' glove that is associated to so many great memories. You even have to let a 6-7 yr old stick with the glove he prefers. It is not a bat. It is his personal glove that is part of his baseball playing body ... an extension to a limb. However, the glove is is so malformed due to it being broke in the minute we walk out of the store in February 2014, we have to switch. It is the glove that he loved and did so well with. Bryson and I had a great year. We won our 6 yr old league division, and this fall, our first season in machine pitch, we went 7-2-1. I could have made it 8-2 but I had to teach all of them a lesson re arrogance.
The spring of 2014 was a great experience with a high level of expectations, yet the Fall of 2014 Edmond league started with zero expectations and ended on a very high note. My point is 2014 is done ... the best year ever. I didn't like the way it ended ... this Sunday morning ... but as I swapped out the gloves in his bat-pack tonight in the dark after the time change (out with the old, in with the new) this coach and dad suddenly lost it. That ol' glove that produced double plays and one unassisted triple play will hang out in my study for a long time. I Love You Bryson. You will always be my favorite baseball player.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Daddy's girl
Something she used to do 1 - 1.5 yrs ago. She grabbed my hat tonight as I laid beside her and recollected those days.
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