It is hard to beleive, but my little baby boy is playing T-ball. We debated between soccor and t-ball. Due to intense peer pressure, we went with the t-ball and his best friend, Blake.
I don't think I have ever laughed harder in my life, than I did the first few practices I watched. It was hilarious. Kids were running in every direction (besides towards first base) and most of them were doing anything but watching what was going on. Bugs and dirt were common distractors.
Things shaped up as the season progressed, though. I'm not counting on the majors, but there was definitely some improvement. I think there was one game, even, where Ty ran all the bases without having to be reminded. He actually watched the hitters and ran as soon as the ball was hit. I've never been more proud.
My favorite part of the whole thing was Ty's thumbs up. Anytime he looked at us in the stands or at practice, he would get this goofy, toothless smile and give us a big thumbs up. It was super cute.
Below, is his "ready position." I'm not sure why, but he always kept his legs together and then leaned over. Note to self...work on ready position.
Ty turned out to be a pretty good hitter. He didn't hit a grand slam every time, but he was consistently good. The second half of the season, the coach would pitch them three pitches. If they didn't hit it, they got the tee. It was hit and miss whether he hit one of the three pitches, but I think he did more often then not. Here's our Number 2 getting ready to bat:
The season is now over. The last game was Saturday and I just can't say I am all that sad about it. It was fun, but I didn't like being tied down. Two practices and a game a week. Come on now...I can't have that much structure in my life. What am I going to do when he started kindergarten?!!
