Thing 1 (the 10-year-old) is starting softball, and Thing 2 (the 4-year-old) is about to start soccer.
Softball practices at least once during the week and on Friday nights and plays on Saturday afternoons, usually.
Her team, though, competes with teams from all over the county. Most of her games will be close to home, but some of the games will be out in the country somewhere.
Couple times last season, it took about an hour to get to the park. Luckily, it was next to a Sonic, so the girls didn’t complain too much about the drive.
What’s interesting is that Thing 2′s soccer coach has asked Thing 1 to be one of his assistants, and Thing 1 said yes.
I don’t know why, because she fights with her brother constantly, but Thing 1 is great with little kids, and little kids really love her. If she wants to, she’ll be a good coach herself someday.
So, we’re doing not much today. Thing 1 and Mama are running around, looking for softball cleats and, I suspect, swinging by Dunkin Donuts. Thing 2 has been playing all morning with the Joker’s hideout I, um, brought him after my trip to Richmond.
Just now, though, he said he was getting bored. I told him to enjoy the feeling. He gave me a blank look, so I’m going downstairs to play Batman with him.