Luke has been biting at the bit and counting down the days for 5 weeks. Why? T-ball.
He is doing so well and really, really loves playing. Dave simply couldn't be happier.
He insists on wearing his baseball hats everywhere, he loves when a Cub's game is on TV, and he and his Dad went to his first Angels game 2 weeks ago. He watched intensly and wanted to stay the entire game. (I don't know who is happier about this, Mom or Dad. I am now released from baseball obligations.)
Its been so fun to watch him hit and throw. We are still working on the catching part. The biggest surprise is the little bit of competitive edge he's started showing. He runs so hard in warm-up's, pumping his little arms as fast as they will propel him. And when someone hits he will run in the direction of the ball and literally throw himself on top of it. I was just waiting for him to make contact with some poor victim. He was using his size the best he could and actually got the ball most of the time. I have never been so surprised. Maybe his size will be beneficial (he's the tallest kid on the team... and pretty much everywhere)
Here's to the first of, I'm sure, many ball games. I'm in Lukie.