This past Thursday was Eric’s second softball game of the season. The games rotate between three or four time slots, so sometimes he’ll play at 6:30 and sometimes he doesn’t start until after 9pm. Since this last game was an early one, I decided to come along and bring the little guy so he could see his first softball game! We hung out with Grandpa behind the dugout.
It didn’t take long before Mr. Micah started wiping out in the dirt. Not that he cared; he was too busy exploring all the grass, spare bats, fences, picnic tables, softballs and little kids running around. I was proud of his dusty badge of honor on his rear. He’s my little tough guy!
Every time Eric was in view on the other side of the fence, Micah would shriek and point. He just loves his daddy! Eric was playing catcher, which according to him is a very boring position, but he did a good job.
He was a little rusty with the bat, but it’s the beginning of the season and he didn’t play last year. I’ll give him some slack. Plus, if I were to step up to that plate, we’d all be laughing for a very long time.
Softball didn’t really hold Micah’s attention. He was more interested in running all over the park. He was really intense. For a child that usually never lets his mama out of sight, he sure goes wild outside. He just kept going full speed ahead. I’m not even sure if he knew what he was headed for, but he was on a mission. He probably would have run clear to the other side of the park had I not picked him up and brought him back, much to his disappointment. I think he loves the outdoors because there are no walls or boundaries. He perceives ultimate freedom and decides he’s gonna make a break for it.
The game got cut short because the other team was so far ahead. We got creamed. I was rooting for Eric, but I was also really cold and very relieved to get out of there early. We went to Culver’s afterward with Eric’s dad and a few of our friends. Everyone was amazed by Micah’s appetite; he ate an entire kid’s meal by himself. The only part of the kid’s meal he didn’t eat was the dessert, but that’s because I ate it. Babies don’t need cookies, and I couldn’t let it go to waste, right? hehe… I know I’m terrible! I’ll let him have the cookies when he’s a little bigger, I promise!