So, I was thinking about things to type about since there really hasn’t been much going on recently. Go figure, I FINALLY actually have time to type in the blog and don’t have anything to type about. Well, the good news is, I can always keep taking pictures and I should have LOTS to talk about come May 15th (when we head up to VA) and should still have lots of free time since I won’t be looking for another job until Braeden goes back to school in August.
My brainstorming for blog-topics was successful and it occurred to me that I hadn’t really mentioned Braeden and Mikey’s imaginary friends. I think it quite interesting that both boys just coincidently happened to have an imaginary friend (and Braeden didn’t really bring up “Blue” to Mikey until after “Frankie” came along). For those of you who have known us awhile, you’ll remember Braeden introducing us to Blue around the same age Mikey is now (almost 3). Braeden just sort of started talking about him one day and would frequently bring him up. I will never forget the time my Dad first heard of Blue. They were traveling to FL and Braeden told my Dad that Blue was in the trunk. My Dad laughed SO hard. He’d heard of Blue, but hadn’t heard Braeden talk about him. For Braeden to just bring him up so randomly was funny to my Dad. His “appearances” continued for awhile and always made everyone laugh and smile. Blue kind of disappeared for awhile and then when Mikey started talking about “Frankie,” it reminded ALL of us about Blue. Braeden STILL to this day talks about him the way he always did and as if he is a REAL LIVE friend. Who knows, maybe to HIM, he IS? I never had an imaginary friend so I am not sure. When he first came into “existence,” I was trying to figure out where Braeden came up with “Blue.” Turns out, the name and the whole “imaginary friend” actually make a lot of sense. This is Blue and he is from Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends, a show on Cartoon Network (no idea if it’s still running or not) that Braeden used to watch.
I think it’s really funny because Braeden never depicted him to be a blue blob. He always described him as if he were a normal little boy with a family. Although, this would explain why he was capable of just “appearing” in random places or riding in car trunks.
Then there’s Frankie. I really don’t have a lot of information on Frankie or how he came about. All we know is that Frankie lives in California, that Mikey talks about Frankie all the time, insists Mike’s Mom tell him a story about Frankie EVERY day at nap time and Braeden has to tell him one every night before bed. The other day TT (Mike’s aunt Terry) took Mikey to the bank with him and Mikey said he wanted to give the teller a check to deposit. Terry told him to sign his name and Mikey said, “I sign Frankie’s name.” He must REALLY like his little friend Frankie if he’ll even give him his money.
Well, I guess when I am at a loss for exciting family news, I can just share with you the stories of our extended, “imaginary” family. Whatever they’ve been up to always seems so much more interesting anyway.
Here’s more proof at just how much Mikey loves baseball like his big brother. He’s even made Easter, and bunnies and CARROTS all about baseball. Here’s his newest treasure- his carrot bat and ball.
Btw, I LOVE Fridays! Mike’s home.
Baseball season number 3 for Braeden has BEGUN! He had his first baseball practice last Thursday night and although we are so sad he doesn’t have the same coach as last year (who was simply THE BEST), we were happy to see there were about 5 kids from his team last year on his team again.
I am very happy to hear that the weather is warming up. Thursday night, even the excitement of the season’s start was not enough to keep our toes and fingers from FREEZING!
Mikey has decided that since he can’t officially play on a team yet, he will get as into the game as he can when the boys are practicing. He wants to be out there with Harley and Braeden SO bad that he doesn’t even mind wearing Braeden’s helmet (which is obviously too big). We worry about the boys swinging the metal bats around Mikey and insist he wear a helmet. I wonder if he can even see the ball he is trying to hit.