Looking over the ledge (it's finally here)

I spent almost the ENTIRE weekend packing (and am not done yet). I dread these cross-country drives, but finally, the trip to California is upon us. We were going to leave on Friday, but we stayed so that Darby could participate in her softball trophy presentations. I think she's glad we stayed.

The trophy "ordeal" I call it, was at least a reprieve from my packing expedition (though arguably I could have used the five hours total time elapsed for more timely packing and a greater amount of rest). The cool thing about her presentation was that it was at the Bricktown ballpark just before a RedHawks game. After presentations, all 50 teams from Darby's organization were allowed onto the field for a "parade of teams". Here's a picture of Darby with her trophy.



Back in January, Shelby spilled a Sonic slushy all over my desk by carelessly poking a straw through it. Well, she did it again today. But not on my desk. We were at Sonic getting a bite between Darby's trophy presenation and the parade of teams when it happened. She was racing to be the first one to put her straw in her drink. I had to hold my finger over the hole until the server could bring me a new cup.

The coolest thing about today's trophy event was that the softball season went out with a ballgame. All the teams got to stay and watch the Redhawks game. It was a decent game (though they lost), during which I captured a homerun in progress.




Just before the game, we pondered the hugeness of Darby's feet. Below is a pic of Darby's shoe next to her mother's shoe. Can you guess which is which?



Here's a hint...



Give up? That's Darby's shoe being worn first by Darby, and then by her mother. For comparison, I asked around, and most of the girls on Darby's team wear between a size 13 and a size 2. Darby wears a size 4 1/2. I'm starting to think that girl might end up being taller than me.

Earlier in the day, towards the end of the trophy deal, Darby noticed a bowl of melted "Dippin Dots" ice cream sitting in a cup holder. She later, during the ballgame, made note that it was still there. I jokingly told her to go have a taste. Little did I know that it would actually occur, though on accident. Just before we left the game (~9pm) Darby kicked the bowl while playing around, and it splatered all over her (and me, and Steph). We're talking several-hours-old-melted-in-the-95-degree-direct-sunlight grossness here people. Talk about drinking warm milk before bed...