T-Ball

Today I realized one of my life-long dreams: to be a soccer mom. Technically, Hank is playing T-ball, but same thing. Hank's first T-ball practice was this afternoon and I loved it. It was classic. Very first thing, Hank marches over and joins the group of kids near home base. As the coach approaches, Hank says, "Hey, are you my coach?" The coach responds that, yes, he is the coach. Then Hank says, "Whats your name?" I love that Hank doesn't waste time warming up to people and just makes friends wherever he goes. For the rest of the practice, Hank was the coach's little shadow. I tried to get Hank to follow directions but he wanted to follow the coach, instead. The poor coach had to keep telling Hank to "get back in line" over and over. When Hank stepped up to the plate, he had his helmet on backwards and could barely peak out the bottom to see anything. Coack Kirby had to turn his helmet around and give him a batting lesson.

He's a natural. On his first time up to bat, Hank took a swing and knocked it out of the park. Well, not really, but he did make contact, and thats good enough.

I love that Hank just plopped down on the grass in this picture. I can guarantee Hank will be the kid picking weeds in the outfield. Bear in mind that Hank only made the cutoff to be on the team by a few weeks so the majority of the team is comprised of 4 year olds.

Here is Aaron helping Hank in the outfield. Since it was hot outside and the outfield wasn't seeing much action, Hank just chilled out there. We bought Hank a bat, a Tee, a glove, and a few balls so I think we have some practice to do in the backyard before we meet again next week. Aaron signed on to be the assistant coach so it should be a great season!