The Whacky Things Kids Do...

So Noah is 5. Noah has started T-ball and he is VERY excited about the prospect of playing T-ball because then that leads to baseball and his "bigger" friends all play baseball. His preference would be to zoom ahead and just get into baseball but he has SO much to learn.

Tuesday we had T-ball. Only the 2nd time. It was HOT HOT HOT. Noah goes out on the field with his team and they do some warm ups and practice some BASIC skills. It is will be obvious as you read this that Noah needs the practice!

The "game" starts. Each team was able to bat 2 times and be in the outfield 2 times. Noah was the only kid that was having issues with the time and the heat. T-ball starts at 5:15. I gave him 1/2 a donut, a cheese stick and about a dozen grapes, plus all the water he could drink. That should hold him over to dinner right? Oh no. Throughout the ENTIRE practice/game his coach would randomly shout out "we are missing an outfielder". That would be my outfielder. He would just wander off the field, no care in the world. He would come and find me and tell me his latest complaint. How hungry he was. I would remind him that he had a sufficient snack, offer more grapes, and that dinner would happen when the game was over, now get back on the field. How thirsty he was. I would remind and walk him over to his water bottle, encourage him to drink, now get back on the field. How hot it was. Yes it is hot Noah, now get back on the field. How he had to go to the bathroom. I understand Noah. We can go to the bathroom but then we would miss the rest of the game because of the amount of time it would take to do all of that, his call. O.K. Mom. Now get back on the field. Seriously?!?!!?

The BEST part. Noah is in the infield (I think that is what it is called, anyways, in the dirt part), he (as all the players are supposed to) is crouched down low to the ground so that the ball can roll into their gloves. So picture Noah crouched down, playing in the dirt, not really paying attention. All of a sudden the light bulb appears over his head. He notices the ball is right there. Does he hear the coach yelling for him to throw the ball? I don't think so. He looks at the ball, picks up the ball, and then whacks himself in the head repeatedly. I shit you not. Then he stops. Looks at the ball again and repeats the head whacking! I couldn't make this up if I tried. Eventually he stops the whacking and the ball does make it to the coach. I did not bring this up to him, afterall it was HOT HOT HOT.

I blame it on the heat. All though I do not foresee a professional baseball career in his future?!?!?! Maybe. I think he has fun and that is what is most important right?

How Sweet It Is!!!