Life is like a box of... softballs?

Last Monday night, Emma got her first hit in a softball game. I know to most parents of a 3rd grader, that's probably not that big of a deal, but since this is Emma's first year to play, it was especially special to us. She stepped up to the plate and hit the first pitch. I was so stunned, I forgot to take any pictures. Fortunately, her coach's daughter just happened to be playing with her dad's camera at that moment. She was testing the slow-mo feature. (Hum the "Rocky" theme or "Chariots of Fire" as you watch this.)




The really funny part happened right after the video stops at 12 seconds... Since Emma had never gotten a hit in a real game before, she didn't know that she was supposed to stop once the pitcher for the other team had the ball. After she tagged first, she kept trucking on to second, and motored on around to third. Meanwhile, I am having a total "Forrest Gump" moment...you know the one:
She was so proud of herself. We were elated for her. It was a much needed confidence boost. Go Gray Team!

(Unfortunately, our game tonight and our tournament this weekend has been canceled due to the uproar over fears of swine flu. It actually works well for me, in that I needed the extra time to finish up last minute details for the "Mothers & Others" luncheon, but I hate that she is missing out on playing time.)

Also on Monday, we FINALLY made it to Chuck E. Cheese. Unlike our last ill-fated trip, we actually set foot inside this time.

Luke's favorite game:

They had so much fun--so did I. I did, however, really feel like I needed to be hosed down by a decontamination unit by the time we left there.

Happy Friday, y'all!