I'm such a proud mama today.
My son's first T-Ball game was last night and it was adorable. Cody was so excited when he finally got to put on his full uniform. Everything from the weird (in my opinion) socks, to the flashy new jersey with his name on the back and the "awesome" hat. He was lookin' sharp. And he walked a bit taller too.
At this age, I am finding out that "game" is a very loose term for what happens. There are no outs, no score, every kid swings until he hits and every kid gets on base. It's the best part of baseball boiled down to one hour.
The kids had a great time and the moms cried sentimental tears every time their baby got up to hit. Of course I was no exception.
What a great night!