Things started out a little rocky; lots of rain which meant cancelled practices and games, a new coach, older boys on the team, and not very many hits. In fact, The Lime was getting ready for practice one day and began to sob. "I don't want to play baseball!" he said. I told him that's fine, but Mommy and Daddy already paid for it so he was finishing the season.
Turns out he does want to play baseball, he just doesn't like being in the outfield. Being the catcher is his top pick.
We had some worries about his hitting, or lack thereof. Were his glasses affecting him? Were the pitches too high, too fast? We've been practicing more, took off his glasses, and the other coach has been pitching. Since those changes have been made, we've seen lots of improvement.
While The Lime practices/plays, Doodlebug and I play with his little bat and a wiffle ball. He then has the nerve to ask for "more ball" as soon as we get home. That little stinker is going to have the hardest time waiting for his turn to play t-ball.
We are extremely grateful for all of the time and effort The Lime's coaches put into these boys (and girl). They have a genuine desire to help them and see them succeed and as a mom, it's nice to know that someone else wants those things for your child.
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