Friday was Lael's first T-Ball game.
I can't even begin to explain the level of cuteness.
During practice they are told to run around and practice calling out the bases as they touch them.
Before the game I ask her what they were. "First base, second base, third base, and fourth base!"
Home plate, 4th base, what's the difference?
Because of the rain we had been behind schedule a few weeks so their first game ended up being a double header.
I just knew we would meltdown after meltdown. I don't now about the rest of the kids but Lael had not eaten dinner and her first game started at 5:30 and the second one started at 7 with a few minutes to shove snacks down their throats in between.
Surprisingly they held it together VERY well and we only had 1 meltdown and it was after both games were over.
Being the only girl on her team I had fun shouting out things like.
"That's my girl!" "Go girlfriend go!" "Good job, ladybug!!"
You know that real annoying parent that can't shut up during the games?
Yeah. That's me.
Two decades later
18 hours ago