Play Ball!

Abby and I went to Stuart's softball game tonight. We made it 30 minutes.

• The first 10 minutes, she walked up and down the bottom step on the bleachers. Then a lovely, Smyrna couple sat down behind us. I hear a click of a lighter. Seriously? You are going to sit next to my baby and smoke. And ignore all the signs that say "No Smoking". We left 10 seconds later to go somewhere else.
• That somewhere else was obviously the dugout. I spent 5 minutes convincing Abby that she could not go in the dugout. Or hold on to the chain link fence where a ball could hit her hand.
• Then she found the "ball". There was a Little League team throwing the ball back and forth. She wanted in on that action. Every time they missed and it rolled to her, she didn't want to give it back. We spent about 10 minutes arguing about that.
• Finally, I scooped her up and told Stu we were leaving. Imagine, carrying a screaming child out of a ball park. I am pretty sure people were ready to call 911 for an abducted child.
• I decided to let her walk the rest of the way. As we were leaving the ball park, there were about 4 smaller children (about 4-5 years old) playing freeze tag in the grass. Abby walked right into the middle of this group and stood like a statue.
• Luckily, they were very sweet children that tried to let her play with them. They kept "tagging" her, but she didn't move. She even rolled her eyes at them. Snob!

**There was another Little League game going on next to Stu's game. We watched for a little bit. It was seriously the cutest thing I have ever seen. And the parents were clapping and screaming. The only person louder than them was Abby. She was screaming "Yah" and clapping so hard when they did. Pretty sure she was happier for them than her own daddy! **

**Sorry for no pictures, Stu was in charge of the camera tonight :) **