Okay, I’ve been horrible with the baseball video and pictures, but wanted to share what bit I do have. As always, I’m having a blast watching my boys play my favorite sport.
Here is a clip of Mac hitting. He actually got a double out of this hit, but someone called foul when he hit it so he stopped momentarily. Luckily it was hit hard and went far so he made it a double!
He’s been playing third mostly this season, and doing a great job, however, I don’t have any pics of him there. We’re usually too busy cheering him as he makes his plays. But I did get a pic of him in his catcher gear again. They each get a turn every few games at being catcher and he enjoyed his turn.
Then there’s Patrick. I can’t figure this boy out. He started the season so strong, however as the games started he seems more interested in playing in the dirt than in the game. And last year he was a hitting machine without the tee…this year…eh…it depends. His stance and swing have gone loosey-goosey. Not sure what’s up with that?! I keep reminding myself it’s only t-ball, right?
The boys’ school had family skate night. The last time we took them skating, it didn’t go well. Neither could stand up and didn’t want to do it for very long. They were more excited to play laser tag than skate. Fast forward another year, and they had a PE unit of skating. To wrap up the unit, family skate night was scheduled, and of course, our boys wanted to go. While I agreed to support their learning in school and practice the skill, I was dreading it.
However, I was hugely surprised! They both had drastically improved!
Ready to head out! The fists show nervousness maybe?
The Pro :)
Patrick would fall a couple times going around the rink, but by the end of the night, he could go around a couple of time with no falls! And here’s just a quick clip Shannon got for me!
The other day, the boys were playing outside. Suddenly, Mac comes inside walking awkwardly with a funny look on his face. When I asked him what was wrong, he said he tripped and banged his leg up on a tree. I looked down and it was pretty scraped up. I was a little shocked he wasn’t crying yet, but we told him we would need to wash it before putting a bandaid on it. He said he could take care of it. So he went to the bathroom, cleaned it up and put a couple of bandaids on. This picture is a couple of days old, so it doesn’t do it justice. He did mention how much it hurt and putting on baseball pants that evening was a little tricky. But there was no screaming. There were no tears.