T-ball (well, baseball in general) is quite possibly the reason I even wanted to have kids to begin with. Falling head over heels in love with them was totally an added bonus, but seriously....T-ball. My heart raced as I got to watch ten kids run after one ball. I squealed with delight after every unaimed overthrow. How many times can one kid swing without ever making contact with the ball? Not nearly enough.
This is heaven people. To top it all off, my husband is the coach of the Hotdogs.
Join me as I reminisce about last week's game:
|Jude swings the bat - totally backwards|
|Maddie runs the bases so quickly that her hat falls off|
|Jude takes a moment to clean out his nose|
|Eight kids chase hopelessly after the ball. (The girl with her legs out wins)|