We have officially started Tball Season!!!
This is the first year that Remington has been old enough to play an organized sport, and I am soo glad, excited and proud that his first sport is baseball! I know that I am completely biased because I am his momma, but Rem has a pretty natural talent for baseball. He is taking it very seriously too. After his first practice, last Tuesday evening, Remington came home stretching and flexing, saying " Mom, I need to exercise for tball and practice my batting on the wii." Either a really clever way to get us to let him play the Wii, or I have an authentic sports fanatic on my hands.....probably both. He has also taken to the lingo quite naturally as well. Today when his coach called his team over to get ready for their team photo Remington started yelling out in a very serious and mature voice "Bring it in team, bring it in!" I wonder who he gets his athletic passion from? Anyone care to make a guess? Yeah, probably Uncle Bubbie! Remington is number 7, by the way.
I got to practice my team mom skills today by taking Remington and his buddy Lance to all of our activities today. They were awesome! So stinking cute to listen to the two of them talk and plan out their fun day together. To start the morning off, Lance gets into our pick-up, which of co
urse is blasting Michael Jackson. ( Rem is obsessed if you didn't already know ) Lance asks, "What is this music?" To which Remington replies " MICHAEL JACKSON " and Lancer ( his nickname ) comes back with " I can not believe it! " Funny boys!
We had a beautiful day for the first game of the season. I got tremendously sun burned on my chest, so much so that I even had to break out the
aloe vera. Ouch. My poor porcelain skin isn't used to soo much sun in one day. Haha. Luke even got to take a little time out of his work day to come to the game and he even participated as second base coach for our team. The game was so adorable and hilarious. Between every kid wanting to run after the ball, including the opposite team member. The little boy who
hit the ball, fielded his own ball, and threw himself out ( even though at this age you don't get thrown out ). And the little girl who just about peed herself because there was a spider on the base and her coach had to run out and kill it before we could precede. I can not wait for the next game!
I am pretty sure that I am going to love having two boys in sports, but I am sure I will love whatever activities they are involved in and will be their BIGGEST fan! Who knows what adventure we will have next? 