Last Thursday, "He who will be the Next Joe Mauer" (aka "The Pal") (oh, and sorry Joe [you know, in case Joe reads my blog]...better watch out for this kid...he'll be vying for your position in about 5 years...better watch yer back, Joe.) had his first baseball game of the season...let's just say that our household has been getting very anxious for the start of baseball season!
Baseball season is the best. Warm weather, outside games, not stuck in a stuffy, sweaty, musty gymnasium with my 4 rambunctious, grimy, restless, hungry kids...yeah, baseball rocks.
Only thing was, I had to work Thursday evening for a bit...so I only got to watch about an hour of the Pal's game. ("Watch" being used very loosely here, as I was back and forth between the playground about 80 gazillion times...)
I got a call at work that night (and this fact totally makes me smile...that my boy calls me to tell me something important!)...it went something like this:
"Hey hon! How are you? How was your game? How was the weather? What did you have for supper? When did your game end? Do you miss me? What are the kids doing? What is Mr. Wonderful doing? (Only I didn't really call him that, you know, in case you were wondering...)"
"Mom. In the 4th inning of the second game? Yeah, I hit one off the base of the fence!"
"OHMIGOSH!!!!! WHAT THE HECK?! THAT'S AWESOME!! YOU'VE GOTTA DO THAT NEXT TIME I'M THERE! OHMIGOSH!"
"Yeah, we all totally thought it was gone. Then we realized it wasn't and ran like crazy."
"OHMIGOSH!! YOU NEVER DO THAT WHEN I'M THERE! I THINK I'M BAD LUCK! YOU NEED TO DO THAT NEXT TIME I'M THERE!!!!!!!!!!"
And that was the end of that conversation. Better get my camera all charged up for tomorrow's game! (I hope I don't jinx him...)
(PS...didja know it's my blogoversary?!)