Is there a vocational training program for soccer moms? Where do I sign up? Because I am at a total loss for how to do this, and did not fare well on my first sports outing.
Today was the long-awaited opening day for t-ball, and the two younger children and I went to to watch Logan make his debut on the field with his daddy, the coach. Because of the crowds, we parked quite a distance from the field, but we jogged along and made it just in time to see Logan and his dad running the bases during introductions. I snapped photos wildly, not knowing whether I was getting anything in the glare, juggling the camera and a child and trying not to step on the other parents’ gear. After that, things went downhill, fast.
Dylan and Daphne each insisted on my holding them in my arms. There was no seating. They were both tired, and cranky, and needing mommy love. They weigh 60 pounds combined. For about 15 minutes, we had a very sweet cuddle going on, with each child nestled into a shoulder and resting, ocasionally patting the other on the shoulder and giggling. Then the slapping, scratching, and biting started. And the crying, wailing, and whispered threats. Then the juice cups came out of mommy’s purse, and then Daphne threw hers up, and was exceedingly distressed about her now-damp sandals. Then they both wanted back up in my arms.
Phone call to Gil, still out on the field: “Aborting mission. Troops cannot possibly last another hour to watch 2 innings. Cannot even pick you guys out of the cast of hundreds, so no joy there either. I’m really, really sorry about this. I’m taking them back home.”
How far away was the car again? A quarter-mile? I had the 2 year old on my shoulders, and marched the 3 1/2 year old along on the ground, walking backwards in front of me, sobbing and holding his arms up to be carried. Amazingly, he walked like that for fully half the distance to the car, stopping now and then when I tripped over him and had to swoop the tumbling Daphne back upright onto my shoulders.
I did get a cute pic, though.
So, we are now at home, and happy, and quiet. Dylan & Daph are snuggled up in my bed with Goldfish snacks, raptly watching Cinderella. And I may go lie down while it’s quiet…
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03.13.04 at 09:12 AM |
I’m exhausted!
03.13.04 at 10:03 AM |
Aaah toddlers… Aren’t they wonderful (not) at times?
03.13.04 at 12:05 PM |
Gadzukes!
Whats going on?
I know i aint been here in a while but oh boy. This place is lovely!!!!!!
The design, the roundy retro boxes, the colours, the fantastic pics and cute big mom type up top.
This is out of this world Mindy!
You RULE!
All the little bits of info down the side… so cute.
AND AND AND
it loads so much faster than the other site did.
WOOHOO
BTW.. that pic is gorgeous! And who won the football?
xxxx
03.13.04 at 12:12 PM |
Blimey… i just refreshed your site.. and a beautiful pic of you came up.. Sounds pervy but i figure everyone likes compliments right?
You are so beautiful!
03.13.04 at 06:35 PM |
Ugh....I just learned about the PTA mafia at Mady’s school. I am in no way prepared for SOCCER!
03.14.04 at 08:35 AM |
I was looking for secret service men with sniper rifles, or, maybe in this case, squirt guns. From my vantage point in the *taint* area - that wonderfully mysterious area between 1st and 2nd bases with no name but always occupied by a tballer - no one sits on the bench, dammit!! it looked like a political campaign stop complete with Jr Color guard, colorful banners, baseball (can’t get more American than that), high school sensation, uhyawhatshername? who you WILL know after she aces the finals on American Idol hopefully singing her rendition of the National Anthem again.
03.15.04 at 08:12 AM |
Better bring a stroller and a few barrettes next time! I have confidence in you. Any mommy who comes up with popsicles in the bathtub can surely overcome the odds here.
03.15.04 at 08:19 AM |
I did have a barrette before Daphne got on my shoulders… she must have pulled it off and dropped it on the way to the car, which is really too bad because it was my favorite blue crystal treasure…
About the stroller… [ahem]
TO THE SCUMBAG WHO STOLE THE DOUBLE STROLLER FROM OUR GARAGE:
You have good taste. The Combi Double Savvy is a fine piece of equipment. That’s why it cost $400 goddamned dollars. Thanks a lot. I cannot afford to replace it, but I sure hope you enjoy it. Asshole.