Monday, June 2, 2008
So Bee It
Today we had our first T-ball game.
What, no pictures of this milestone? What kind of mom ARE you?
Um, yeah, I was one of the ones running around trying to get the kids going in the right direction. Oh, and I was carrying Troy and holding Brock's hand while doing it.
Oh. So, you're the coach?
Well, no, I'm not. I'm the unofficial assistant coach. I have a cool T-shirt; does that count?
Kind of. Only if it looks good on you.
Uh, not really. It's yellow. Because we're the Busy Bees. Cute for the kids, not the best color on a strawberry blonde, super fair-skinned person. And it's really long and baggy, because apparently the city people think that all the mom coaches are the same size as sumo wrestlers. I'm going to have to do a little choppity-chop sewing job on it.
And how does that help your skin tone? I've seen your legs, and nearly got blinded.
How about I wear jeans the whole time.
I guess that helps. Are you a good coach?
Unofficial assistant coach. Um, I know about 5 kids' names. Um... and I didn't trip over any of them while carrying my 22-month old.
Wait, I thought you just had a baby. Why weren't you carrying her around?
She slept in her seat the whole time on the sidelines. And Brock cried the whole time. And Troy thought he was super important, like always, and kept running to hit the ball too, hence the carrying.
So, it was a normal fiasco event for you. That's all you had to say. How did Jakob do?
Sad to say, he had more fun going to the dentist this last Friday than he had playing T-ball. How does that work?
Don't ask me. He's your kid.
Well, I think it will just get easier and more fun as the season goes on.
Yeah, we'll talk again when you have an 8:30 game.