Bad Mommy......

So, last night was our first night of T-ball. Would she like it? Would she hate it? Will this be something that we spend every summer involved in? As we walked up to her first game I was thinking all of these thoughts. I could picture Jamy and I sitting in the bleachers cheering loudly as she ran the bases for the next 13 or so summers. Then you figure Skylar and Weston following right behind and I could already almost feel the pain of bleacher butt!

Summer and ball just go together, don't they? There is nothing like sitting on a summer evening watching your kid making their childhood memories as they play with their friends. Youth ball is what sports should really be about. As I watched Abby last night, I saw a little girl just having a great time with some new friends. It didn't matter who won or lost. No one cared if the ball rolled right through her legs (and it did, twice)! It was all about a bunch of kids getting together and enjoying the great American pastime.

So how did she do? Look out major leagues, here we come!!!! Her first time at bat was a classic. She lines up the bat, tries a couple of practice swings and then swings so hard I figured "that ball is OUTTA here!!" Right at the last second she pulls the bat and barely taps the ball off of the tee. It bounced about a foot-and-a-half in front of the tee. Of course, we are all yelling, "Run, Abby!" She just stands there not really sure what to do. Then my wonderful little friend to everyone reaches down, picks up the ball and hands it to the pitcher saying, "Here you go!" I almost peed I was laughing so hard. She finally made it to first base. It was funny because you could tell she wasn't sure what the point was, but who was she to question.

Her next at bat she couldn't remember where to go so she started running to the pitcher's mound. We finally got her to first base. The next kid came up and hit the ball right in between the first and second bases. The coach told Abby, "Run to second." You know Abby, when she is told to do something she sometimes gets blinders on when trying to accomplish the task. She had been told to run to second so to heck with the fact that there were five little kids in the road trying to get the ball. She ran right through the middle of them! All of us parents were cracking up. One of them asked me when T-ball became a contact sport. What was really funny is that she barely even slowed down. She kept her eye on the base and didn't stop until she got there.

Of course, I was distracted getting ready to go and forgot the camera and the video camera so I missed it all. Bad Mommy! I am really bummed because Jamy is still gone and so doesn't get to see it. He was on the phone with me though getting the play-by-play so at least didn't totally miss it.

Our next game is Thursday so I will try to get some good pics!

Take care and Happy Batting!