When Tyson was away for those six months, he would call and talk to Everett about this summer, and how, when he was done in Texas, they were going to go to the store together and pick out his very own bat and his very own glove and his very own baseball.
Well much to Everett's absolute delight, that day arrived this week. I waited in the car with Isla while I watched the two of them bound into the sports store like a couple of boys about to get their bonding on, and grinned as I watched the two of them pile out of the store again, lugging all the equipment, plus a T-ball stand, which Everett announced as the "pentagon with a stick, mom!" as soon as he got back in the car.
Side note: we've been abruptly transitioned out of the "mama and daddy" phase of our time with Everett and strictly into the "mom and dad" portion of our lives. Is there like, a self-help book for this kind of thing? Please advise. :(
Speaking of transitions. We just recently purchased a double stroller now that Isla's old enough to kind of do her own thing. Which, if you've never experienced a double stroller buy before, it's sort of what I would imagine buying a minivan is like. In that, you do a ton of research, read a million reviews, and when you finally take it home with you, it's like, do I actually own this? Is this my life? Am I adult enough to be PUSHING a DOUBLE STROLLER down the street? Tyson was very excited about the prospect of picking one out. Probably something to do with making up for six months of lost parenting decisions or something, I don't know. He's always kind of been the hands-on, pro co-sleeping type of dad from the beginning, so I guess picking out his very own double stroller was sort of the natural next step haha. We ended up going with the BOB Revolution Flex Duallie from Target Baby. (If you're in the market for one, we've been so thrilled with it.) Literally, the words that came out of his mouth when he was pushing this thing full of his children and brand new baseball gear were, "This is the best Father's Day gift ever!
Made a killer decision when I married this guy, I really did.
So, with the "best Father's Day gift ever" in tow, we strolled to the park last night at sunset and played a magnificent game of T-ball. It was possibly one of the best summer nights there ever was. Everett slept with his mitt last night, and even as I write this first thing in the morning, they're at the field playing again.
And here we have Isla, doing her best to get in on the action in the best way she knows how: Yelling loudly across the field, until we put her in her favorite place (The one and only Baby Ergo, a life saver in a very literal way), and gave her a baseball to taste. Start 'em young.
Love live babies and baseball, am I right.