Mommy's first tee ball practice

Last night was technically the second tee ball practice for Isaac, but it was my first time taking him. Seeing the excitement as he bounced down the sidewalk asking me if I had his helmet and bat tipped me off that this was going to be fun to watch. He started out by telling me, as we approached the crosswalk to get to the field, that he was going to hold his glove very tight so he wouldn't drop it in the road and get it smooshed by a car. When we finally made it to the field he immediately tells the coach that, "This is the new glove I got from Gran and Papa. Now I have my very own tee ball glove!"

Practice started out in the dugout with the coach trying to take a roll while most of the kids were too antsy to get out in the dirt to pay attention. Once released from the dugout the five men on the field tried to get the 12 or so kids into a position. That was very funny. Almost immediately there was dirt kicking, spinning around, and running about. Once there were kids semi near the traditional fielding positions the coach held up a ball and asked, "Where's the ball?" I was proud that despite being just as happy to play in the dirt as the rest of them, Isaac stopped and pointed to the ball. Next the coach asks, "Who wants the ball?" and Isaac screams, "I do." So the ball is rolled in his direction and Isaac runs towards it, then past it as the ball rolls past him, so much for using that new tee ball glove. He does a quick 180 and chases the ball out into the outfield then turns and makes a decent throw to first. This pattern continued and I still don't know how my son can be spinning around and kicking dirt and still be paying enough attention that every time the coach asks who want the ball he can be the only one that stops and answers.

In an attempt to get the kids used to base running they took turns running from home plate to first base while the coach tossed the ball to outfielders who, in turn, tried to make the play at first. Poor Isaac, he just didn't get it. He knows he's supposed to hit the ball then run to first, so when the coach tells him to run to first he goes for a bat. It was cute and I wish I could have heard what he was saying to the coach, I'm sure from the hand motions though that it had something to do with, "No, I'm supposed to hit the ball before I run to first."

Well I'm looking forward to the first game. It should be very fun to watch.