*You're singing that song now, aren'tcha? You're welcome.*
I'm so disappointed in myself.
I have failed as a vaca documentarian.
I am on a trip with my family. In a hotel. And have eaten out. And have taken 2 pictures.
And to make it worse, it isn't just a vacation that I'm failing to document. It is an incredible experience for my two oldest children and their father. (And me....because when they're happy, I'm happy.) And I'm failing. Miserably.
See...we are baseball people. Let me rephrase. Kirk is a baseball person. I would be all over sword-fishing if Kirk was a sword-fishing person. Or if we were lumberjacking people, then I'd be a lumberjack. I'm just a follower, so I'm whatever I need to be whenever I need to be it. So right now, I'm a baseball person. (Thank God, it's baseball!!)
Yah. Baseball people.
Anyway. Keaton and Sawyer were chosen to be on their Little League's All-Star Baseball Team. It's a big deal. And it's a huge deal for their daddy. (Because he is living out his boyhood dreams through his little men, and it makes him just plain excited. You want to see a grown man fall all over himself in total schoolgirl giddiness....get the husband talking about his little men and baseball.)
So....right now we are at the Arkansas State 7 & 8 Year Old All-Star Little League Tournament which started today.
I started out with very good intentions of documenting the entire experience pictorially. See...I snapped picts of the Red Bomb who is very supportive of her precious cargo.
But it was after this that my recording of history ceased.
It took us about 4 hours to drive up to the town in which the tourney is being held, and we were able to check in to our hotel early, with plenty of time to rest and grab a bite to eat before we had to be at the fields for our first game.
No pictures of my kids jumping on the hotel beds.
No pictures of my dinner.
And no pictures of the boys posing in their uniforms before the game.
I'm so disappointed in myself.
But I did take a picture of my mom and Jim-Dad in their spiffy team tee-shirts.
And then I took one picture of the team as they were having their names called out for the batting order at the beginning of the game.
That's Sawyer, 3rd from right, posing. And that's Keaton, 5th from right, looking petrified and like someone just shot his dog.
No pictures of them batting.
No pictures of Keaton playing left field.
No pictures of Sawyer playing catcher.
No pictures of them making it to first.
No pictures of them sliding.
Not even a picture of someone else's kid batting or fielding or catching.
None. Zip. Zilch.
Because I was too busy climbing the fence. Because I tend to get a little overly excited. And I scream. A lot. And I embarrass my children. A lot. And I shout things about the game that I really don't understand, but think that I do. A lot.
Because I'm a fabulous cheerleader.
But despite my fantastic cheering, we lost our first game.
But, we play again tomorrow and are hoping to pull out a win.
Either way though...win or lose....the experience is tremendous for the boys. And such an honor. And something that they'll remember forever. And that they are getting to experience it together as brothers is like the cherry on the top (that doesn't happen very often, y'all!).
Because this is about as Major League as you can get....when you're 7.
Now....if they could just get their mama to remember to document it for them.