Run, Luke, Run!!
This time of year our oldest little Man plays Tee-Ball. He has been playing baseball since he could sit up in the yard and hold his plastic bat. I would squat behind him holding the bat in front of him, throw the ball into the air, quickly grip his hands to the bat with my hands over his, and then hit the ball. He would laugh so hard at his pregnant Mommy, but we were having fun.
Then, when he turned two, he receivedhis first little T-Ball set for his birthday. He loved every minute!! We would set up the tee, mark the trees as bases, put Anna Brooke in the stroller over to the side and play all morning.
Whrn he turned three, he graduated to a foam bat and wiffle balls. (Did I spell wiffle right? Or is it wuffle?) He was getting better, and prouder.
When he turned five, he could play real T-Ball. We signed him up, paid the money and waited until the first practice. He was more exited than he had ever been in his life.
Enough babbling about my boy growing up.
Last Saturday was his first game.
He was ready to put on his uniform before breakfast. Which was a good thing being that he slept until 9 and the game was at 10!!
This confirms how differeny my girls are:
Sarah Belle wanted to be as close to the action as possble!
Anna Brooke wanted to sit back, relax and chill. She wanted to be there to support her brother. But, she really wasn't interested in the game itself.
Paul had the best view from his new favorite place to be.
Then it was Luke's turn at bat.
I don't know who the dude is wearing that tacky outfit. I do know that my boy didn't need him to tell heim where to stop running.
Then back the field. Luke was playing first base.
You must understand that in T-Ball, the rule is that the ball is thrown to the first baseman.
HE REALLY CAUGHT THE BALL!!! ALL THE PARENTS FROM BOTH TEAMS ARE CHEERING FOR MY BOY!!!
Then rolled to the home plate.
He really is the best player in the whole league this year.
Then, when he turned two, he receivedhis first little T-Ball set for his birthday. He loved every minute!! We would set up the tee, mark the trees as bases, put Anna Brooke in the stroller over to the side and play all morning.
Whrn he turned three, he graduated to a foam bat and wiffle balls. (Did I spell wiffle right? Or is it wuffle?) He was getting better, and prouder.
When he turned five, he could play real T-Ball. We signed him up, paid the money and waited until the first practice. He was more exited than he had ever been in his life.
Enough babbling about my boy growing up.
Last Saturday was his first game.
He was ready to put on his uniform before breakfast. Which was a good thing being that he slept until 9 and the game was at 10!!
This confirms how differeny my girls are:
Sarah Belle wanted to be as close to the action as possble!
Anna Brooke wanted to sit back, relax and chill. She wanted to be there to support her brother. But, she really wasn't interested in the game itself.
Paul had the best view from his new favorite place to be.
Then it was Luke's turn at bat.
I don't know who the dude is wearing that tacky outfit. I do know that my boy didn't need him to tell heim where to stop running.
Then back the field. Luke was playing first base.
You must understand that in T-Ball, the rule is that the ball is thrown to the first baseman.
HE REALLY CAUGHT THE BALL!!! ALL THE PARENTS FROM BOTH TEAMS ARE CHEERING FOR MY BOY!!!
Then rolled to the home plate.
He really is the best player in the whole league this year.
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