March 18 10

When I signed Josh up for fall baseball, I had the best intentions of being the very best single mother of a mini baseball player to ever be. And I was. I really was. I had it down to the science. We brought Gatorade and so many snacks (that people probably thought my kids moonlight in Sally Struthers commercials). We brought sticker books and crayons and markers and leapsters and iphones and enough to keep Isabella and Emily mostly occupied.

We brought hoodies for the cold days.

And watched as they turned him into a catcher.

and took MANY, MANY pictures.

So, obviously, now that Spring ball is upon us, I had the same plans – to once again be  the very best single mother of a mini baseball player to ever be.

ONLY, well, erm, it’s, well, not so much.

Yesterday, we gathered up all the gear. We got the Gatorade. We got the snacks. We got the coloring books and markers and crayons and leapster. We filled Josh’s baseball bag with his bat and batting helmet. We got him into his gear, including his cup and jock (which, I guess, is now too small. Who knew that a second grader’s junk grows that much in 4 months? Not his mom, apparently) and cleats and made it down to the field. We hit up the International Field all ready for some awesome Rock Hound action. Only, there were no Rock Hounds to be found. There were about 18 teams playing yesterday, but, um, not Josh’s.

Game is Wednesday. Not Tuesday.

Of course it is.

Today, we gathered up all the gear. We got the Gatorade. We got the snacks. We got the coloring books and markers and crayons and leapster. We were about to fill Josh’s bag and get ready to go and then we were all, “Hold the phone, folks! It has been raining all day! Surely the field is going to be wet! Surely I can’t bring two little girls to sit in the rain…they don’t even have raincoats! Surely the game will be canceled!” So, we didn’t go.

Game was on. Not canceled.

Of course it was.

I fail at being BaseballMom.

But, hey, at least now it gives me a couple of extra days to buy the kid the jumbo-sized cup and jock.

And maybe some raincoats and rain boots for the girls.

And, maybe, a calendar.

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  1. I could see why, in this old fashioned world of ours, bereft of technological advances, you would have just assumed it was canceled without contacting anyone to check. I mean, the Pony Express would take four days to get there and back, and by then, it wouldn’t matter.

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    Comment by Avitable on March 18, 2010
  2. See, for all the jokes about parents blogging about their kids and it coming back to haunt them when they’re older, this post will be paraded in front of everyone once he googles it when he’s 13.

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    Comment by SciFi Dad on March 18, 2010
  3. I was once that little boy who relied on his mom (and dad)to get to baseball and every-other-single-sport-ever-invented-on-this-planet and now that I’m the dad, and I’m in awe at how they managed to pull it all together.

    100 bonus points to all the single mothers of mini baseball players!

    PS – thanks for the complex, I don’t recall the need to change my cup and jock after 4 months…

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    Comment by Aeron on March 18, 2010
  4. Oh, MAN. That totally sounds like something i would do.

    See? TWINS.

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    Comment by Angella on March 18, 2010
  5. “Who knew that a second grader’s junk grows that much in 4 months? Not his mom, apparently.”

    Thanks for the heads up. Baseball starts up here very soon. Guess I’ll be buying my 2nd grader a new cup as well.
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    Comment by Sarahviz on March 18, 2010
  6. I once showed up to a good friend’s graduation party a full weekend late. Bearing gifts and excited to party and everything! (Awesome.)

    Also: my sister was a catcher! I have some of the fondest memories of watching her games, and spending weekends with my family at tournaments. My grandpa would stand directly behind the backstop fence and watch and cheer for her.

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    Comment by Kerri Anne on March 18, 2010
  7. This is precisely! why I have all of our events written on like three calendars and then reminder alerts set on my phone.

    Otherwise I am done.

    Sadie at heyMamas

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    Comment by Sadie at heyMamas on March 18, 2010
  8. At least it gave you something funny to post about.

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    Comment by Mac & Cheese on March 18, 2010
  9. That’s just like when I ASSUME there is going to be a snow day and then stay up too late, drink an extra glass of wine and then wake up the next morning to NO SNOW!

    At least you’re leaving soon.

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    Comment by Kristabella on March 21, 2010
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