Batter-Up!

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Wew! It seems like things have been so busy lately that my blog has become more of an escape to being Hannah, and less of a story about my kids. But, sometimes motherhood is like that.

But, I have big news: I am now a “Little League Mom.”

So, I know you must be DIEING for the run down of the absolute cutest t-ball game ever, right? Heck, you’ve wasted time reading this far, you might as well indulge.

Well, first of all, we managed to get pregnant and birth two brothers at just the right time of year for them to be on the same team together. It would be miserable if that hadn’t happened. One mom has 5 sons- all on different teams. I don’t think I would survive that. Anyways, it has been the Adventurer’s life long dream (of almost 5 years!) to be a baseball player. And when he signed up, the Captain decided he might as well too, and wa-la, I just found out that yes, my life could still get busier!

We have the most wonderful, laid-back coach. He just wants the kids to have a good time, to learn the fundamentals, and to enjoy themselves. Maybe he is a little to laid back. Until just before the game, there were only four kids. Two were mine. One was the coach’s. The other is going on to the major leagues. The team we were playing against had all 12 kids, in uniform, matching socks, standing in a circle, practicing their catching, playing like they’d been together since they were in the maternity ward.

“This doesn’t look good. They’re a lot better than us. I think we are going to loose.” Says the mom of the kid going to the big leagues.

“Eh.” I say. “I played soccer growing up. Our team ALWAYS lost. I’ve already resolved myself to the fact that my kids will have the same experience. I don’t care, as long as they have fun. They’re just learning the fundamentals.” She recoiled like I’d just thrown a snake in her face. And then I felt bad for crushing her dreams.

Anyways, my boys did GREAT!!! The Captain can lob the ball like nobody’s business. He threw it over the fence a couple of times. His coach asked later, “What did you like playing better, first base or third?” The Captain said, “Third.” The coach said, “That’s good. You’re the only one on our team who can throw it from third to first.” The Captain also hit a home run. Maybe not so much as a home run as a really good hit to the edge of the field, were two members of the opposing team got to the ball at the same time, began wrestling each other, and put each other in matching head-locks, while the Captain circled all three bases. It was hysterical.

The Adventure did really good too! He also scored a couple of runs, despite the helmet being a little to big for his head. (The first time in his life that has ever happened, I can assure you!) During one play, he was waiting on second, and he forgot to run to third when his team mate hit the ball. He got thrown out at third, and while he was still chilling with his buddy on second, the ref told him to go to the dug-out. He was STOKED. After the game he tells me, “Mom, did you see my home run?!?! I hit it so good that the guy told me I didn’t even have to wait to go home. It was AWESOME!!!” He was so cute.

There was another little boy who scored a run and just kept on going, until he got back to first. And another who realized he was going to get thrown out at home, so he hooked a U and headed back to second base, where it was safer. I love Little League! I think some of my fondest memories will be at that field.

In the end, the score was 26-16. (We lost. But the kids still don’t know anyone was even keeping score.) It was their best day ever.

Ok, I’m done gushing. It was nice to have such a fun day in the midst of the madness. I love my sweet boys! And my sweet girl too, of course.

Salud! And happy hitting. H

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