Last night, my wife, The Boy and I went to see the Somerset Patriots play. I forget against whom they were playing, and I'm too lazy to look it up online. We were there because my chorus was invited by another chorus to sing the national anthem before the game. So, being a sucker for a performance and a ballgame, I accepted. Turned out to be a great move.
The national anthem went fine. Performances like that are always fun and always interesting. Thanks to the Somerset Patriots for letting us sing there; I hope we did them proud! They have a beautiful field and a really good sound system, so it made the job a lot easier. Although, the dude who had batting practice in the cage below the stands was really smacking the crap out of the ball. If that's a double AA-level ball player, I'd hate to be that close to, say, Alex Rodriguez.
The most interesting thing that happened started around the 4th inning. The Boy was playing with a couple of cards from my wife's wallet - specifically, her student driver's license and a copy card. He was standing, leaning against the bleacher chairs while he did this. Every once in a while, he'd forget that he was standing and push off from the chairs, standing unassisted for ten seconds-ish at a time! The highlight of the evening, part one: he forgot that he was standing and took two steps forward to Mommy! Highlight, part two: easy, comfortable standing for about 15 seconds. I missed the first part, saw the second. How cool is that?
(We left after the 7th inning. The game was three hours old at that point. Too long.)
(Now, here comes the people: "Uh-oh! Your life is over! He can stand and walk!" Are you kidding? Our life was over when we discovered that our son needed emergency cancer surgery. Standing and walking are joyful events.)