Sunday, November 30, 2008

Thrown to The Wolves

My husband coaches girl's basketball every year.

In fact, this is the first year that he hasn't coached boy's basketball as well as girl's. His son decided not to play this year so Capt is focusing on his daughter's team. (His son is focusing on skateboarding, mostly skateboarding in our basement, which he has turned into an indoor skateboarding park.)

And because I love teenagers....especially a houseful of teenage girls who scream and laugh at the silliest things, our girl's basketball team had a Pasta Night here last Tuesday night.

It was something that I always wanted to do but couldn't because of me living on Long Island and all. But now that I've relocated 100% and married their dad, my evil plan has come to fruition. [insert evil laugh here]

Evil plan = getting a second chance at being a part of a family with young children.

I loved being a mom to my children and even though my children are adults, I still love having them visit. I love who they have become, but that youthfulness is gone forever. And now I have another chance, even if it is only every other week.

I invited the whole team over.

First we ate meatballs and pasta. Unfortunately the pasta sauce I was not very good... at all. I think that I'm going to stop making homemade sauce even though I specifically took a gourmet cooking class on making tomato sauce. That class is where I learned the first rule in making tomato sauce: a good sauce begins with toasting the garlic.

In my new household a good sauce begins when you open the jar of Ragu Traditional Sauce.

We carefully and calmly decorated team sweatshirts so that I wouldn't freak out about the possible stains I might never get out of my furniture.

Mission accomplished.

We watched a documentary on basketball and learned important game skills like, "draw blood" and "Who are we, dogs or wolves?" and how banging on lockers before games psychs-out the opposing know, good sportsman stuff like that.

There is my new dog Fenway, she is loving all the attention the girls are giving her.

Then we made our own sundaes.

It was a marvelous time.

I just love this.


Linds said...

You are brave! It sounds like a roarign success though!

PEA said...

I'm sure all those girls really livened up the place! hehe I think it's wonderful that you invited the whole team over, I've no doubt they thoroughly enjoyed themselves:-) I know what you mean about missing having young people around...I tell my grown up boys that they're no fun anymore! lol xoxo

The Farmer Files said...

Smile...look what you are showing her and her teammates about hospitality. I hope she knows how much you enjoy her. ;)

Theresa said...

I do understand what you mean about having teenagers over!! How fun your evening sounded!! BTW I received "Marley and Me" today, and have been reading in between cooking! Thanks so much!

Beachy Mimi said...

Brave, brave woman! But very sweet to have all those girls in your home. I know they loved it.

Staci said...

how fun!! what a trooper you are for having all those giggly giddy things in your home, with spaghetti sauce and paint....;)

Dawn said...

YOu have more patience than I! But I admire you very much for doing this.