Reflections of an unwilling t-ball mom.

When Seth was hopping up and down pleading to me, "Please, please, please, yes, yes, yes, I want to play tball!" I had an inward groan ... ughh... really? tball?  I am soooo not a tball/baseball parent.  I must really love this kid.  So now I take Seth twice a week to tball.  I come to practice was my kindle or my knitting and sit comfortably in the grass. .... the other parents come in with a trunk load of equipment: blankets, chairs, umbrellas, coolers, waterbottles, a goat (k, not really) -- it is a 5 year old T-ball team people! That only lasts an hour! (!!)

It was Seth's first game today, and it was really cute.  He was really cute at least... (not the parents, some of them are down right scary!) (mental note:  man in camouflaged hat encouraging five boys to pee in the woods)

Some moments I would like to remember:

-Seth making the coaches find him a new batting helmet that he liked.  The game was postponed for a little bit while someone had to run to another field.

-Seth doing some fancy lunges in the outfield, waiting in anticipation for the ball to come his way.

-Seth being the pitcher for the second inning, by the end of the inning I think he was getting desperate because once he caught the batted ball, instead of throwing the ball to first base to tag the runner out, he started throwing them at the player.  There were some pretty close calls!!

Seth, I love you.