The Lord is looking out for me however and last night's games were at the same place, same time.
T-ball is great for teaching the basics. Swinging a bat to hit a ball, running around the bases. No one gets out. No points are tracked. Everyone runs one base per hit. The ball is always thrown to first, no matter what. Daniel is one of the oldest on his team (they start at age four) and he is picking up skillz quickly. He got to play first base last night.
Sitting and waiting and listening and staying off the field and staying out of other people's space are the skillz these guys are learning. It's so painful.
One of my children, who will not be named, but is wearing a bright pink shirt, is the worst listener I've known since Shane. She ran into the parking lot not once, but twice last night. Lula and Daniel went tearing after her to hold her down and drag her back, which only ended with three of my children slugging it out in the parking lot while I madly bumped my stroller down the stairs to get to them. Why on earth would she run into the parking lot when there were plenty of green fields to run in? She had to go potty and she knows where it is and she can never go potty all the way the first time because she is too scared of strange bathrooms to relax all the way.
This was the only picture I got of Fiona's game last night. Lula kissing her through the fence. Fiona is playing fast pitch softball. The girls are doing all the pitching, right off. No coach pitch like the boys do. Fiona is quite conservative: she doesn't swing at a single pitch and is walked each time. She is also getting an introduction to Mean Girl World. Because public schooled girls are far more socialized than homeschooled girls. *grrrr*
