Tomorrow morning at 9am, the twins will play their second-to-last game of t-ball. Ah, t-ball. You've brought such joy into our home...
I know that our kids aren't the only ones who "dislike" t-ball. At the last game (Thursday night), our team was the last to bat, so when they ran off the field for the last time I heard one kid yell out, "YAY! LAST INNING!" I saw the coach burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but tell him, "Yeah, that about sums it up..."
On Thursday, Angie told me that the twins were hoping for rain. Angie left the game while the kids were playing the field during the final inning, but she had told them that "this was it and then the game is over." She forgot that they had to bat last. When Dillon ran off the field at the end of the inning and sat on the bench, I told him that he would "get to hit one more time." He looked SO sad about it! He said, "Mom said it was time for dinner and we could go home now..." Sheesh!
I mean, I know baseball isn't exactly action-packed, especially for 5-year-olds, but I kept hoping they would like it. Even just a little bit. But any time that I, or the coach, or my father try to give any instruction to the twins at all (even something like 'hold your glove up - like this'), we're met with the coldest looks you can imagine. And you can just tell that the instructions are going in one ear and out the other. It's more fun playing with the dirt, spinning in circles, throwing our gloves, knocking other teammates' hats off their heads, throwing rocks, drawing in the dirt with sticks, etc. Who needs baseball when you've got all that?
Looking forward to next Saturday's final game!
I know that our kids aren't the only ones who "dislike" t-ball. At the last game (Thursday night), our team was the last to bat, so when they ran off the field for the last time I heard one kid yell out, "YAY! LAST INNING!" I saw the coach burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but tell him, "Yeah, that about sums it up..."
On Thursday, Angie told me that the twins were hoping for rain. Angie left the game while the kids were playing the field during the final inning, but she had told them that "this was it and then the game is over." She forgot that they had to bat last. When Dillon ran off the field at the end of the inning and sat on the bench, I told him that he would "get to hit one more time." He looked SO sad about it! He said, "Mom said it was time for dinner and we could go home now..." Sheesh!
I mean, I know baseball isn't exactly action-packed, especially for 5-year-olds, but I kept hoping they would like it. Even just a little bit. But any time that I, or the coach, or my father try to give any instruction to the twins at all (even something like 'hold your glove up - like this'), we're met with the coldest looks you can imagine. And you can just tell that the instructions are going in one ear and out the other. It's more fun playing with the dirt, spinning in circles, throwing our gloves, knocking other teammates' hats off their heads, throwing rocks, drawing in the dirt with sticks, etc. Who needs baseball when you've got all that?
Looking forward to next Saturday's final game!
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