Monday night, beautiful night, all is loud, out a sight!

Played catch with my beautiful daughters, BG and A tonight in the backyard after dinner but before the family home evening lesson.  Hard baseball for BG and soft plastic ball for A.  It then mutated into playing catch with my son C who is currently playing for the Cardinals, a little league team in the city leagues.  It is his first year playing organized baseball of any kind and he is doing well.  I love and am proud of him.  He pitched to me for a while although he does not pitch for the team.  He is a good pitcher, the team is missing out.  I was then thrilled to have BR join us in a triangle game of catch.  He has never shown much interest in sports but he has a great arm.  I was very impressed.  I like the fact that he has his own interest though.  Sports does not have to be his favorite.  I love him very much.  He is my new home teaching companion.  I couldn't be more thrilled!  I loved the few minutes that I could spend with my boys.  They are extremely special to me.
 
My girls seem to twist a whole different side to my heart too.  I loved being summoned by my oldest daughter, BG, to play catch with her, through my bedroom window where I was hastily preparing a monday night lesson that would interest and inspire, failed miserably on both counts.  It was on prayer.  I should have done just that.  I don't have the same feel for teaching the children like Heidi.  She is much more in tune with how to approach them and make in meaningful.

We had home made pizza and bread sticks tonight.  It was fantastic, and I am not a big fan of homemade pizza either, great crust and good toppings and sauce.  The boys declared that they insisted that mom use the sauce with the little sausages in it.  Good choice.

I am currently reading a hardy boys book to BG, something like "secret of the broken blade."  Her first words, as I begin the new chapter, every night are "What just happened"  meaning what was happening at the end of the previous chapter.
I have started a new book with the boys.  I have been venturing into more grownup books.  I started with a few Clive Cussler books.  I am now starting another one of my favorite authors with them in a book called "The Tomb" by F Paul Wilson.  It is a "Repairman Jack" book and it is great.  I read a few chapters a night to them with only occasional modifications for language or subject matter, but not very often.  I would love to read them one of my "prey" novels but I would sound like a stutterer, trying to censor the book language.  I'll stick to Cussler, Wilson, Louis Lamour..........

Finally retired to bed, after checking the girls and putting the newest one in bed, for the time being.  She will be up throughout the night, demonstrating just how much the youngest is spoiled.  Heidi and I watched TV for a few minutes until she drifted off.

I have been up with the youngest already once.  She cries until I pick her up. The youngest is then out like a light on my chest.  This is not normally me, doing this.  Heidi usually is signed up on the list for the night shift but I happened to be up still.  Tonight, she felt like she had a wet diaper so I changed her and held her, on my chest as I lay in bed for a few minutes. I then put her back down and went out to the kitchen to find something else to eat and to play Star Craft for a few minutes.  C and BR are getting so good that I am afraid that I will be humiliated if I  play them too many more times.  I need the practice. 

Didn't get it though.  I stopped to read Dad's blog, then went on to Deborah, Sus and Mer's blogs too.  Since I get to them all through my blog, I ended up back on my blog and decided to add my thoughts for the evening.  The baby is starting to stir again.  Tough love, tough love tough love!  Right?  I'll probably go get her again if she puts forth a little more effort before I drift off to "Fraiser" on my Ipod.
Night Y'all.