T-Ball

Tonight, Ben and I decided to 'divide and conquer', as is so often the case nowadays since we are outnumbered. He took Noah out to do some grocery shopping, get a haircut, do some cell-phone shopping (Ben is much better at shopping than I am... that's another blog post altogether). I took Travis and Sophie to T-ball practice.

It was such a nice night, I thought it wouldn't be too difficult to hang out at the ball park for an hour or so, let Sophie toddle around as we watched the 5- and 6-year olds tackle each other while racing to field the ball, playing with dirt in the outfield, and other random goings-on of a typical T-ball practice. I wouldn't say it was difficult, although Sophie is quite the busybody.

She started off by depositing her stuffed duck and plush baseball and purple hat in the lap of Travis's teammate's mother. She spent about fifteen minutes going back and forth between said mother and whoever else she could find in the stands to charm with her wily ways. She got bored with that fairly quickly though, and decided she most definitely deserved to be out on the ball field with the big kids.

I so wish I would have brought my camera... I wanted to get a picture of Travis at practice, and it would have been fabulous to capture the memory of Sophie rushing home plate with soft stuffed baseball in hand, looking for all the world like she belonged on the baseball diamond in her 16-month old glory.

But, of course, I forgot my camera.

I forgot something else, as it turns out. I forgot to remove my keys from the car before locking it. Which means, when practice ends, and I'm digging through my purse for the keys, I all of a sudden realize they are most certainly not in there and then it dawns on me where they probably are. Crap.

The kicker... Ben had misplaced his cell phone so had taken my cell phone for the day because... well, a) he needs a phone for work, and b) I suck at using / charging/ talking on / and otherwise taking advantage of the technological capacity of cell phones. Travis's coach let me borrow his phone but to no avail... I left a message at our home number but of course he wasn't there, and he wasn't answering my phone (left it at the house, oops).

So I'm stranded at the ball park with a 5-year-old and a 1-year-old and we're all getting a little grumpy and tired and ready to go home. But, seeing as how I'm so resourceful, I realized that a friend of mine just so happened to be on the other side of the park watching her son playing his baseball game. I tracked her down and she was able to give our sad little stranded family a ride back home.

So, all's well that ends well, we did end up having a nice night. But, I'm as forgetful as I've ever been and its starting to catch up with me. There was something else I wanted to say but...I forget.