I am a HUGE fan of efficiency and multi-tasking. I think most busy moms are.
Every time I wash my hair in the shower, I always shave my legs while I let the conditioner sit on my hair for a couple of minutes. Sometimes I clip coupons while dinner is cooking. I try to catch up on my reading while I nurse the baby. I plop down on the floor and do ab crunches while I talk on the phone.
Just kidding about that last one.
It seems my efficiency gene has been passed down to Dirty Harry.
I snapped this photo of Harrison right after he had just smacked a ball into left field and landed a double. I love this photo. He is the picture of concentration as his teammate gets up to plate, ready to run at the first crack of the bat. He is determined. He is tensed. He is ready.
Did you notice that he is wearing batting gloves? That was a new thing for this game. He had not worn batting gloves all season. Well, after he advanced to third base, he decided to do what he had seen the Major Leaguers on TV do and put them in his back pocket. That was fine, except that he was not fast enough, and when the ball was hit, he was still trying to put one of the gloves in his pocket. He took off a few feet towards home plate to see what the infield would do with the ball and dropped his glove mid-baseline. Uh-oh….they try to throw him out at third, and he dashes back. The ball is overthrown, and so his coach sends him home. Harrison takes off, but the ball has been recovered by the third baseman and is being thrown to home. I watch as my son pounds down the baseline, but wait a minute….what’s this?….what is he doing?! Oh my word, he is stopping to pick up his dropped batting glove!!! He does it in one fluid motion, then continues running towards home, he slides and is safe.
I slowly exhale the breath I had been holding. And then I laugh. I laugh right along with everyone else in the stands. I marvel at his efficiency. It very well was almost the right thing to do, pick up after yourself on the way to score a run. And then I wonder aloud for the stands to hear me, “Strange that he will pick up while running the bases but will not pick up his room.”
I think he must have selective efficiency.
Cute! Love this story!
Oh, I was first comment – yay!!! (Now don’t you feel like PW?!!!)
I was on the phone with Mom when this happened! I then relayed the story to Braden in the back seat. Which then launched into an entire discussion of the rules of baseball, a game Braden has never played. He wound up the conversation with, “Oh, it’s like kickball, but you don’t kick the ball, you use a bat. And you don’t throw the ball at the player.”
Hi!! How’s the baby?!?!? Sorry I haven’t popped by in awhile. Life has it’s moments of getting crazy and you know, something gives. For me it was keeping up the blog world.
I love your new home! and this story! Now off to look for those baby pictures I just know have to be somewhere =)
Peace and Laughter!
Vicki
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Susan-I might feel like PW if yours was the first comment of 1,549, but out of 4? Ummm, not so much. Thankfully, I have no goals to be like PW…way too lofty. =)
Debbie-Tell Braden that in Harrison’s league the ball is indeed sometimes thrown at the player….but not on purpose.
What a great story! Looking at the glove again, what else was he to do? It is a pretty spiffy glove and if left too long unattended no telling what may have happened. Or, at least that may have been something akin to what went through the boys’s brain…
i’ll add a comment. that’s one more closer. only 1542 left to go.
didn’t know you were a PW fan too!
Put third base at the window
Place home plate near the door
Dirty socks are batting gloves
When he scampers “home” to score
Obviously all those times of telling him to pick up his stuff ARE paying off. Maybe not at home, mind you. But at least it’s working! ;o)
I was holding my breath reading that! Too funny!