Okay, this past Saturday was Paige’s last t-ball game. Yes, I realize I haven’t yet posted anything about this big adventure. But, in my defense, I first drafted this post on May 1st. I just got so overwhelmed with all the pictures and stories when I started to finish it that I decided to write about other important things. Like Band-aids and bananas, apparently.
You might remember that Paige tried soccer last Fall, then promptly decided we should “put soccer away.” She fought going to every single game, but always had a terrific time once she was actually there. Enter t-ball – which is a 2 month-long “season” that includes practices AND games.
All I can say is, thank God for post-game snacks. I’m not sure we could have gotten her there otherwise. And, true to form, she had a blast every time after the first 3-minutes. (Except for that one game that started at 3:30 in the afternoon. Let’s just say that a mid-afternoon game on a Saturday might need to be reconsidered for a bunch of 4 year-olds. By the end, each child on the opposing team had a parent on the field with them, and more than 80% of all the kids were crying.)
So, a quick overview – each inning consists of each team going up to bat. Each team member bats once, then the teams switch. No score is kept. No outs are made. No ‘R’s are ‘B’d ‘I’. In fact, most of the time, the majority of kids are fighting their fellow teammates for the ball. Or picking up interesting-looking rocks in the dirt. Or just deciding to stroll over to the “stands” and say hi to a parent or grandparent. Or … well, you get the idea.
I probably could have stopped with the description of “4 year-olds playing an organized sport” and been done with it. (But how very unlike me.)
It was a clusterf^*k, to say the least.
But it was also one of the cutest stinking things I’ve ever seen. I mean, there is just too much cuteness and craziness to capture it in one post*. I thought I’d just let the pictures (and some captions) do the talking.
These next few shots were taken by a photographer from First Baptist Athletics. I think they eloquently capture Paige’s struggles and triumphs with learning to bat:
*See? I could have gone on forever … and it even kind of seems like I already did! Until soccer season, y’all (which Paige is already telling me she doesn’t want to play … as she wears her medal from t-ball).