Welcome to Fresno, Borchards!

Well, we're finally settled into our new life in Fresno (at least for the next 2.5 months, that is).  My mom helped me drive the kids up and move into the apartment about two weeks ago.  Wow, so nice to have her help this time around.  Thank you, Momma.  Joe is loving the baseball here, and we're all loving being in California again.  The kids and I have already driven back down to Pasadena for a quick visit, and we'll have family in town over each of the next few weekends.  Aaah, heaven! 

Our second day here in Fresno was a Sunday... Ellie's new favorite day of the week, because it's the day she gets to run the bases with Daddy after his game.  Charlie got his first go-around of the whole thing this time, too.  I truly hope that Joe is able to stay in baseball long enough for both of our kids to remember such moments.

The kids and I aren't really on "baseball schedule" yet, nor do I really plan on ever getting us on "baseball schedule" this season.  I just don't know how I'd even begin to get Charlie to stay awake until midnight every night when his natural bedtime since birth has been an Early Bird Special of 6:30pm.  Plus, I swear I'm just absolutely done being a momma come 8 o'clock each night=).  So, that means we hit about three games/week when he's in town, but we only stay for about 2 to 4 innings.  I tried to get them to stay longer tonight, but promptly after inning 4, Ellie flat out told me that she needed to go home.  I was just so thankful that she informed of this need before we had to witness another fall-down-on-the-floor-screech-like-a-she-devil-fit.  As soon as the Queen said the word, we scooted.

Cute story: Ellie and I are really working on her potty training these days.  I'm slowly moving from nice, sympathetic, "at your own pace is fine"-Mommy to mean, let's get this thing done now-Mommy.  Neither tactic has had any success.  Still, I know that I've at least gotten to her a little bit, because she told me two nights ago that the man selling cotton candy at the stadium was "carrying undies."  I guess she thought that the bags with multi-colored layers being held up on a stick resembled the little plastic bags of girly colorful undies I always point out to her and try to bribe her with when we make our Target runs.  Hah!

So far, life is really good here in Fresno.  We are so thankful that Joe is healthy, that he has a job, and that we're near family again.  Please come visit us...anytime!