I love this game!

God knew what He was doing when He gave me boys. I always wanted to be a mom to little boys. He knew that when this stage of life rolled around, I'd be ready for the challenge and REALLY soak it in. He was right and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it! It's time for some organized sports, my friends.

My time is no longer my own. My time now belongs to the LC teeball Atlanta Braves and the LC machine pitch Cleveland Indians. I now have to wash actual uniforms and **gasp** "protective gear" for my older boy. I sit in a folding chair on the sidelines, in the rain and wind, and cheer on my babies. I tell them to keep their eye on the ball and to "RUN! RUN! RUN!"

Jake plays teeball. Jake only plays teeball because Will plays baseball. Jake doesn't particularly care for the game. He's far more interested in the snack at the end of the game. In fact, he asks about the snack before the game even starts. B and I are fully prepared for his participation in this sport to come to a crashing halt soon. He's got the talent for it, but he's far too "eh, whatever" about it. He has fun playing the game and he's a GREAT sport about it - he goes where the coach tells him, hits when the coach tells him to hit and he cheers his teammates on throughout the game. This obviously isn't his niche though, so we're going to roll with it for the time being. Our boys are taught to see a sport through if they choose to play it, so Jake is prepared to play the rest of the season. I have a feeling he'll be choosing bowling next :)



Baseball is just one of Will's niches. The boy lives for this game. He's definitely my boy. It turns my stomach a bit to see him in a Cleveland Indians uniform instead of a Detroit Tigers uniform, but I can't get everything I want. He just wants to play and he doesn't care what position he plays. He's got skill. He's determined. He cheers on his teammates. It's so much fun watching him do something he loves.

The season ends at the end of June, so my life will revolve around that until then. I wash uniforms, etc several times a week and eat dinner at a ridiculously early hour, so we can get to the ballpark by game time. I schlep the Tank and his gear to the field and watch him toddle around and shake the fence along the 1st base line. I think it's his way of cheering on his oldest brother. he eats crackers and drinks milk when he's at Jake's game - he must be channeling Jake's true feelings. Jake would rather just eat, too.

I LOVE this game!