Baseball ended last week.  Finally.  I am glad my son enjoys it, but it made us way too busy for my tastes.  My hubby was the head coach, so he had to be at everything.  Now we will have a little extra time until soccer starts.  And both the boys are in soccer - in two different leagues, so that should be interesting. 

One of my hubby's assistant coaches invited us, and the other assistant coach's family over for a bbq.  I think this might be the first invite we have gotten in... well... ever.   We are not social people, so we don't put ourselves out there.  But we don't hide under a log, either.  We had invited one couple to come over a few times, but each time something came up, and we gave up inviting them.  I've had "home shows" and invited lots of people.  I've been to Bible studys and even a retreat.  We were involved in a home group.  My church is clicky and I've given up on having friends.  Now, we might have a set of friends.  And you know what is pathetic?  I have been attending my church for 5 years, and within 2 months of baseball, we have met some really nice, non-christian friends.  No wonder the world sees Christians and does not want to be like them.   I suppose I could have tried inviting other people over, but this can't be all my fault (although I know some people who would say it is).  Oh well.

We had a good time yesterday.  They had a 4 ft pool that the kids played in.  N was too short to touch, so he kept his ring on.  Where we sat, all we could see was the kid's heads bobbing around.  At one point, I got up and put Princess C's feet over the side into the pool.  As I am standing there, N is climbing up the ladder to get back in the pool.  But, he forgot to put his ring on.  I tried to say something to him, but he was flying.  Up the ladder... JUMP, into the pool... down to the bottom.....  I'm yelling at D to pull him up and in my mind, I remember him just standing there staring at me.  I keep yelling at him to pull him up and then next to me I see a long arm reach out into the pool and pull him up.  My hubby, my hero.  Poor N was a bit scared, but he eventually went back in.  I wasn't that upset at first.  Don't get me wrong, I was shaking, but I knew we were right there to get him.  The more I thought about it, the more scared I got.  The reason I wasn't scared is because I saw it all happen.  But what if I didn't see it happen?  Would the kids have said something, or even noticed?  We were all on really high alert after that. Thank you God for saving my baby.