T-Ball

Thanks for the prayers for my dad. He was moved out of ICU yesterday, but will be staying until Saturday or Sunday for observation. My sister Elizabeth made the trip yesterday to spend the weekend with them. I wrestled and wrestled with the decision to go with her, but ultimately decided that leaving my family right now wasn't possible. With two baseball games, a giant church outreach event this weekend, a ground breaking ceremony for our new church, and a husband who leaves the house at 4 a.m., I just couldn't do it. But I'm so glad she was able to go and be there. 

Rory's first season officially started last night, and I'm not gonna lie: the cuteness was almost too much to take. They are HILARIOUS. And, yes, I know she's mine so this next statement might come with mommy goggles fully on (but I don't think so), but Rory did awesome. She just might have learned a few things from watching her brother play for the last 5 years. She got a hit (from the pitcher, not off the t) both times, and she got several players out at first base.

The number of players who spent the game playing in the dirt was SO funny, and when someone hits a ball, the entire field empties as they all chase after the ball. I'm telling you, hilarious. And when she called me over, giggled, then asked me if she should slide the next time she ran to base, I just laughed out loud.

Yes, our uniforms are this unfortunate shade of orange (representing the Tennessee Vols). Funny story: when Rory found out her team name, she started making her bed with all the pillows and animals in the shape of a T.

The two girls on the team chatting it up.

First bumps from the coach. Too bad I didn't realize that's what they were doing and get a picture of the first bump with my own child.

And a final phone picture: they literally have to teach them how to say "good game" and tag hands at the end of each game. Somehow I'd forgotten how cute this age is on a baseball field.