My Sweet #5

Tonight was Big Brother's last t-ball game of the season. This was his first year to play. He's learned a lot and gotten better in the past few weeks.

My #5 is not a team player quite yet. He gets upset when another one of his teammates catches the ball. He thinks he should be able to get them all. He thinks he's king of the pitcher's mound and steps in front of others and tells them, "I'm gonna get it." I tried to explain to him that they are all on the same team, but what preschooler wants to hear that? He loves hitting with the pink bat, which just thrills my husband. Even after getting his own blue t-ball bat, he prefers the pink one.

I love my little ball hog and am thankful he had the opportunity to have a lot of fun with his friends this summer. They all had a blast hitting, running, chasing down the ball, playing in the dirt, wiping chalk on their faces, eating popsicles in the dugout and getting excited over the best part of it all, the snacks after the game. My sweet #5 had a lot of fun and I had a lot of fun watching.