T-Ball!

Buddha started playing T-ball this summer. We had the first 2 games this week, and it makes me feel like he aged 5 years in a few days. I'm one of those moms who now carries a portable folding chair in the back of her SUV at all times for games. I brought snacks for the after game. Where did the time go?

Game 1 was hilarious. The first thing I heard was a coach saying "There's no hugging in baseball!!" as a few boys were embracing. Then play started... The ball would get hit after a few swings, and EVERY boy in the field would chase it down, jump on it, and end up in a dogpile. Sometimes the ball would roll out of the dogpile, other times a few of the boys would fight for it. Buddha being the non-violent type, would chase the pack down and jump and land next to the dogpile. He honestly thought that was how you played, and he was loving it!

Game 2 was much better. Less dogpiling. Buddha actually caught the ball a few times! And he ran the bases well and screamed from 2nd base "MOMMY LOOK!!" He did great, but it is literally 95 degrees and 100% humidity with no breeze... and by the end of the game he's red and tired. And I'm sweaty and Cam is filthy. We shower a lot thanks to T-ball.

I would post pictures, but I was sweating too much to care to take any.