Baseball and Braces

Moving messes with your time reference. Oh and your brain and body. But for now I am just going to stick with the time reference thing. For example, I think one day last week we had our end of the baseball celebration? Maybe two weeks ago? 

BUT REALLY WHO CARES, RIGHT? 

Baseball is over, and there was a fun picnic to end it all. 

So many talented moms out there, but I AM NOT ONE. Hello, I brought the balloons.  Amy made these sweet buckets with the names of the players on them, WAY CUTE! 

And another mom went to all the effort to take pictures of each of the boys and then print these awesome collages for each of us. 

Love. 

Once we were there, Pierce was off with 678 other boys and I lost him in a sea of baseball outfits. So Hope and I just hung out and did fun stuff.

Even though she was a little horrified at this face painting. We were thinking small butterfly.... but you know, GIANT WORKS TOO.

The highlight of the evening for the A's was receiving trophies for finishing the season in second place. This was really a great season, with great kids, and fantastic coaches. Honestly, we couldn't have asked for a better one.

Sad to see the season end, but the end of that meant new beginnings elsewhere....

Pierce's mouth.

I purposely waited to schedule braces for Pierce until after the season because I remember the pain that braces can cause. I was in the sixth grade when I got my brace face. My mom had left for a trip with grandma, and I thought I was gonna die. I have a distinct memory of being in the lunchroom at school and taking of bite of something, when my teeth hit each other? Not sure how I managed that one, but it hurt SO BADLY. I wanted my mom, but she was on a bus with a bunch of old people. So dad had to do, I think he gave me Tylenol and took me out to eat.

I digress.

Pierce's time had finally come, and he was so ready!

Braces sure have changed since my day! Now it's in phases, and the process of getting them is pretty simple. Other than the keeping his mouth open for thirty minutes, he did really well.

And now my sweet boy has a different smile.

Pierce hates his teeth, so he's very excited to see the change. I think no matter what he's a cutie pie, but I'm with him, excited to watch the change.