Last night was our first adventure in t-ball! A few months ago I was looking online to see what age t-ball and soccer leagues start and I was stunned when I learned that they started at 3. Chad and I kind of joked about the idea of a group of 3 year olds, all on the field, attempting to play t-ball. After some thought...and a few experiences where Landry was super clingy around new groups of kiddos...we decided to sign him up.
You might remember that for his birthday he got t-ball pants, mitt, batter's helmet, etc. Everytime we talked about playing...the answer was a definite..."NO, I don't want to play t-ball!" Even in the car on the way to practice..."No, I don't want to!" Chad and I both fully expected him to be in tears, not want to play...he had already told us he just wanted to sit...clinging to us, etc.
So, you can imagine our surprise when we got there, learned he was on the Pirates team, got his shirt and hat...and this was the expression on his face...
He was soooo excited to play!!!! He went right out on the field, joined his team mates, and listened to his coaches' directions.
Ready to run some bases...
Getting ready to play catch...
And...game time!
He actually ran up and grabbed the ball the first 3-4 times it was hit and would run around with it.
He also did this...:)
Then it was time for his team to bat...all lined up...ready to go!
He actually hit the ball...and ran...not exaclty in the direction of first base...but he eventually got there!
When the next inning started one of his other teammates beat him to the ball...and then...we hit the wall! He decided he was done. The water works started and there was no going back.
Before the game I had told him that if he did a good job of playing we would get frozen yogurt after. He decided that he had caught the ball, hit the ball, played, and it was yogurt time. :) Such a smartie! He wasn't buying the fact that t-ball wasn't over yet...he kept telling me, "But I payed tball, Mommy...now we get fozen ogurt!" I tried to explain that it wasn't over yet and that he needed to finish playing.
So, after a 5 minute rest...he returned to the field to do...this!
Yup...the ball would go past him and he did...this!
Still not going to stand up.
At one point he told me he just wanted the other kids to get the ball...he didn't want it. :)
Here I am cheering on one of his teammates...and trying to get him to bat one more time.
Swing...and a hit!
He decided that he didn't want to run to first base this time. Luckily he was the last batter and it was the end of the game. So, it was time to shake the other team's hands...
and get some "fozen ogurt!" The yogurt place by our house was packed so instead we hit up Fosters!
We can't wait for next week...hopefully there are a few less tears...but overall we were so proud of our little man and so impressed with the fact that right from the beginning he went out there all by himself...which is HUGE for him! :)
