Leave it to Shelby...

... to crap all over everything. (aka dookie without the green day)


Darby had softball practice today, after getting team pictures taken. During Darby's practices, Shelby usually runs around, playing with another little girl that is a sibling of a team member. This scenario has become so "normal" over the last couple months that I've not thought much of it for soem time.

And as I was trying to pay attention to Darby's practice, I really didn't catch the key words at the critical times. Sure, thinking back on it, I vaguely remember hearing some odd phrases come out of Shelby's mouth. But if you've ever been around Shelby for more than three minutes, you'd know that every other peep from her mouth is a weird sound, word, phrase, or sentence (or if she's not making strange sounds she's making strange faces or gestures). Without a little prompting, she doesn't generally say much that makes any kind of sense. If it weren't so darn cute, it would be maddening.

"Eeeww, there's dog poop everywhere"

"Look, there's another one"

"Let's go find more"


These were but a couple of the phrases I chose to omit from my immediate attention this evening, while I watched the practice. It wasn't until we got in the car upon the completion of practice, when I was smothered with the foul smell of seemingly fresh dog poop, that it all came together.

I immediately exited the car, went around to Shelby's door, got her out of the car and inspected her and her shoes. She had majorly stepped in that dog poop she was so keen on finding, but the worst of it was that she had also somehow gotten it on her sock, leg, and (by tugging on the sock I presume) hands.


Freakin' yuck. It was such a Shelby moment.


The irony here is that we were in such a hurry to get out of practice -- the first to leave the field and get to the parking lot -- yet we were the last to actually leave. Having forgotten we even had practice today, I didn't leave work early enough to take the girls to get something to eat before hand. So we had to eat afterwards, thus the haste. Knowing that, in addition to eating, we still had to run by the grocery store (for lunch drinks) and do homework, I didn't want to dink around getting out of practice. But as I began this entry, leave it to Shelby to crap all over everything.

Literally this time.



Now, I complain about this situation -- and who wouldn't -- but it could have been MUCH worse. You see, I carry baby wipes (what parent of young ones doesn't?) and hand sanitizer in the VUE, so we were able to get cleaned up, though as with all things Shelby, not entirely without incident. Also fortunate was the fact that I had a plastic grocery bag (in which I put the shoes and socks) and an extra pair of Shelby's shoes in the car that I hadn't taken into the house yet.

So, while I have been crapped at today, I went away without having been entirely crapped upon. And I am thankful.