It has been a long week for everyone. There has been much crying, stomping, yelling and whining and that was just me. Imagine what a week the boys have had!

So tonight we are headed out to the circus. You know. The circus. The boys have never been and since it is less than ten minutes away from here we thought we would have a little fun tonight.

We did manage to squeeze in a little baseball between the rain last night. C did the best he has ever done. He pitched two innings--struck out three--and went 3 for 4 at the plate--two doubles and a single. And the doubles were real doubles not the poor fielding variety of Little League doubles. But then the old C reappeared at the end with tears and attitude and it took all the fun out. The ump--a 13 yr old kid--made a bad call at the plate. C was catching and had made the play--a force play--but the plate was so muddy that the ump couldn't see the plate and called the runner safe. C knew he had him and came back in full of tears and not wanting to go back out for the end of game lineup/high five.

I have to say that I was mad at him. I know it isn't fair. But we worked so hard at keeping the tears out of baseball this year and I hate when he does this. I hate how it ruins his day and he forgets how great he did. And I hate that the All-Star coach was watching and hadn't seen him much all year until then. He's been playing his heart out all year and one bad day and he forgets how great he's doing.