After my shopping spree yesterday, my plans for today didn’t include anything other than a quick trip to the post office and back this morning. When I woke up to a light rain, my plan was revised to include staying bundled up in my cozy house for as much of the day as possible.
So I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when Tammy asked if I wanted to meet her at D.J.’s basketball practice. Of course I try to take advantage of every family-oriented opportunity that comes my way, and I was planning on making an effort to get there, but I wasn’t sure. When she suddenly needed me to take him to practice, I was suddenly sure. If Aiden has to go to the doctor and David has to stay with Kylie and Dakota, then of course I’m going to take D.J. to practice.
Aiden and Tammy showed up a few minutes into practice, and I hung out with them until Aiden ran out of gas. At first he was interested in everything that was going on, and he kept saying, “D.J.! Basketball!” and pointing his big brother out to me (as if everyone in the building didn’t know who D.J. was by the time practice was half over). The team has a game Saturday, and while I’m not sure this practice will get them ready to roll over an opponent, they should at least know which direction they’re going at least half the time. So that’s a start.
D.J. could use a little more work on his passing game. Whenever he gets hold of the ball, he seems to think he’s all of a sudden playing rugby instead of basketball. And he gets a little testy if the ball doesn’t find its way into his hands every time down the court. Let’s just say there were tears involved, which led the very patient coach to design a play that made sure D.J. got to take a shot before the scrimmage ended. (He hit the rim, by the way.)
The plan had been for Tammy to take D.J. home after practice, but Aiden didn’t want to stay that long. He’s not really horribly sick, but he has a few symptoms of the croup that keep hanging on and coming back, so his patience isn’t what it usually is. (I think what he really wanted was to get out of his stroller and run out onto the court and tackle D.J., the way he does at home.)
So I got to take D.J. home, which meant some time with beautiful Kylie, who was serenely sitting on her daddy’s lap watching college basketball (and won’t she have some good advice for D.J. when she’s old enough to talk). And I got to see Dakota, who when he’s in one of his serene moods as he was tonight is a calming kind of presence. He’s good for me that way.