There is something very special (and fun) about a baseball game. There is the smell of concessions, the feel of sun on your head, and the excitement of the crowd. Families are having fun, couples are experiencing first dates, children are jubilant. There is a sense of common patriotism as you remove your hat, hold your hand over your heart, and sing the “Star Spangled Banner.”

Joshua, Caleb, and I went to a Frederick Keys game tonight, and it was their first. They had millions of questions and I did my best to explain everything. There was so much “newness” that they sat very still, looked, asked questions, and never even got out of their seat.

At the end of the second inning it began to rain, so we went under cover. We bought popcorn (which was awfully stale), a Pepsi drink, chicken tenders, and fries. We leaned against the wall, huddled with hundreds of others escaping the rain and ate. We laughed, talked about the game so far, and answered even more questions.

Eventually the rain stopped and we watched the grounds crew remove the ground cover tarp, and then put it back again. I decided it was time to go, when there was no sign of the game resuming and it looked like another front was coming.

The boys were happy and I believed they enjoyed their first game – even if they missed the seventh inning stretch, and the other five innings — perhaps next time. We did get to see one batter splinter a bat, and a double play. One last thought – this is why I don’t watch baseball on tv very much, you miss all the real excitement of the game.

Kimberly and I have been putting off Caleb having surgery for over six months. Up until today he had a pediatric inguinal hydrocele that was repaired. If you are not aware of this condition, it is common among children and you con go to this link for more information.

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Overall the day was stressful. We left the house at 10am and did not return until after 6:30pm. It took all day. The actual surgery only took about 50 minutes, but the preparation, waiting, and waiting for him to wake up afterwards took all day. They allowed us to watch as the anesthesiologist put him to sleep and we were asked to leave the room. It is very unnerving to know that they are going to cut on your child, and he is so small, and his parts on the inside are so small. But I guess the people at Children’s Hospital in Rockville, MD know what their doing. I took my rolling briefcase packed with stuff to do (even write my sermon) but I could do nothing other than dumbly flip through magazine that I really cared nothing about and wait. I just couldn’t focus on anything else but what was being done in the other room to my son.

The doctor eventually came out and gave us a report, and the first thing out of his mouth was that he was fine. He even explained the surgery once again by writing with a pen on his scrubs pants. Somebody get that man a flip notepad.

Caleb eventually awoke, asked for a ice cream pop and some water and has not slowed down since. They insisted on wheeling him out in a wheelchair and Caleb insisted on pushing it himself with his arms – no assistance please, thank you very much. His brother and sister met him at the van as we pulled up into the yard and they actually acted like they were concernbed for their brother’s well being.

He is not supposed to play outside (jumping, wrestling, bike riding, etc…). In other words, all the things that he loves to do are off limits for two weeks. This is going to be hard. He does have a war wound about one inch long about three inches above his groin area. He’s not supposed to touch it, especially not to scratch it. He hasn’t complained of pain and is moving a little slower, other than that you’d never know the difference.

Monday was H-G’s fourth birthday and she has been looking forward to it, and asking questions about it for months. The theme this year was “princess party” and it was definitely that. There were about six girls who came wearing princess attire. There were tiaras, foe mink shoulder throws, jewelry galore, and of course fancy dresses.

I was the designated butler who greeted the guests, took drink orders (pink lemonade or banana tangerine), served the tea, and waited the table. I was the only “boy” allowed. The party began by girls being allowed to add to their outfit from a tote full of accessories. They then made a foam crown and pasted various ornamentation on them. Then it was time for tea and sandwiches, followed by dessert. They discussed tea etiquette (like keeping your little finger up when drinking and blotting with your napkin, not swiping).

There were a couple of games and then they all put on play clothes and played in the backyard. I don’t think Hannah-Grace quit smiling the whole time.

The real star of the party was Kimberly. She went all out and planned the whole thing from start to finish. A couple of weeks ago I preached on the Proverbs 31 woman and during the whole party that was all I could think — This party is great, my daughter is extremely happy and it’s all because my wife put so much effort to make this special for her. She wore a formal dress, put up all kinds of decorations including a chair decoration for H-G that was made of a pink plastic table clothe and crepe paper, and prepared all the food. There were little sandwiches in the shapes of hearts. All I can is wow!

I will post some pictures from slide.com and if their ads are there just click on the x at the top right corner to see the pictures of the party.

Tonight we experimented with a new ministry called “The Venue.” Daybreak has a desire to reach the 18 to 29 year olds who don’t seem to have a church to call their own. So we brought in four bands and they blasted their music at deafening decibels. In between songs they would share what Christ meant to them and the only thing that would have made it better were if we knew what the words were. Perhaps the youth knew but because I am over 29 I can no longer recognize such things (which means that I am mature now — I guess). We served free food and drinks and the bands sold their “merch.”

The night was winding down so I decided to head home and help Kimberly get ready for H-G’s birthday party tomorrow. I had been home for about five minutes when Donna S. called me and was asking for help. One of the bands had a smoke machine which set off the fire alarm, which we have no clue how to turn it off. There were no instructions anywhere. I instructed them over the phone as best I could, but no luck. So I jumped in the car and headed back; the firemen figured out how to turn the extremely obnoxious screeching alarms off. After cleaning up and locking up, we left the building hoping that no more alarms will go off.

Over all the experience was exhausting and stressful, but worth it. We were able to share Christian testimonies to over 100 kids and parents. But next time we will know ahead of time how to turn the alarm off.