T-Ball!!!!

I A couple of months ago, Phil said he listened in on a conversation on the way to school with the kids that entailed Rush convincing SF to play t-ball with him. She reluctantly agreed, and Phil quickly signed them up before anyone could change their mind. :-) Fast forward to today and we have two kids that are IN LOVE with t-ball!! It is pretty much all we talk about here. Phil encourages that quite a bit. :-) They have both had the chance to play pitcher. And if you've ever been to a t-ball game you already know they are the only position that moves. Ever. There is a reason that the rest of the players are picking flowers and playing in the dirt. They're bored.  Despite the lack of action in the infield, it is still our favorite new activity! We have also been fortunate to have great coaches. 

He loves the green monster inside his glove!

This pose was completely her choice. All I said was "Smile!" What will we DO with her? All she needs to do is poke her lips out and hold up two fingers and she would be 13. (What is up with that pose the young ones are doing, by the way?)

Pitching debut for both...

Does being the only girl on the team matter around here? Not a bit! There was talk amongst the coaches last night at the end of practice about SF batting cleanup today in the game. They used the words "they'll never see her coming". My baby girl can "knock the fire out of a baseball". Like in the air into the outfield. Not every time, but almost!  It's so funny!! She gets her female athletic ability from her Aunt Ivy. Wish I could say it was from me...but no. Not from me. :-) 

Rush is all about fielding the ball. Actually making an out in t-ball is kinda rare. Well, Rush can scoop them up. During his first game he actually legitimately threw a little boy out at first. He then proceeded to do a little fist pump to himself to celebrate. Ummm...who is this kid? This goes against his nature just a bit. He isn't the aggressive type, so it was strange to see! He then looked up at Phil. Phil pointed at him and Rush put his little hand up to Phil. Ok. Quit being fifteen. Stay little, buddy. 

That was a little shameless Mama-bragging, and I know it. If your Mama can't brag on you, who can?