It's not the best idea to fall asleep poolside...

Trust me on this one.  It was such a beautiful day...not too hot when I was out there, with a breeze.  As I was walking over there, I was thinking it almost felt like I was in California, only it was way too humid.  Bummer.

Anyway, I didn't get too fried (and, yes, Mom...I was wearing sunscreen), but when we went to batting practice, it was hot.  And in the sun.  With no shade whatsoever unless I wanted to sit on a side of the building where I couldn't see anything.  And who wants to do that?

The coach was flying solo for batting practice, and all the boys came, which was impressive.  Usually on Wednesdays, we have maybe half of them show up.  It just goes to show you how serious tomorrow's game will be.  We got there first because N has "that mom" who always gets him to places early.  Also known as yours truly.  B is with us this week, and he was super concerned that he wouldn't have anyone to play with for the whole hour we were there.  So, he decided to walk on a fence.

Meanwhile, some of the other boys had arrived, so N went off to take a few swings in the cages.  It warms my heart to see his face light up when his buddy, J, shows up to practice.  The two of them ran off together to throw back and forth, and I followed them to take a picture so I could document it for when they get mad at each other.  Also, J's dad is out of town, and I figured he would think it was adorable, too. (Please excuse the random girl...she's always there, and I'm not sure who she belongs to.  Also, my child doesn't match.  I give up.)

I heard a lot of shrieking, so I turned around and saw B and J's little brother, E, playing together, too.  Those two make me tired just watching them.  (Please excuse the empty baby carrier thing.  The baby was nearby, exploring grass.)

I asked J how his day was and said it would be better if he could come over on Friday to hang out with N.  Um, twist my arm.  Not long after that, I went to rescue a baseball (one of many) from the parking lot.  I told J to go get it, and I'd watch him since he missed it, and he looked at me incredulously, saying, "Me?!  I'm just a kid!"  So I walked out there to get the ball, and I looked next to me to see him walking with me.  I told him he better stay safe so when I trade kids, I'll have one that isn't broken, and he said, "YES!!!  Can we do it tomorrow?!"  I just adore that kid.

And right about then, my friend Amy's dog decided to pee all over my chair.  What's even better...two men were standing behind him, watching him do it.  AND THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!  They just laughed.

My chair in the trash can was quite the topic of conversation at the practice fields tonight.

By the time we got home, my back/shoulders were a lovely, unattractive shade of pink.  Hopefully it turns tan because a sunburn doesn't work with my master plan.

And it'll clash with my orange Giants shirt tomorrow.  We can't have that.

Aubs