Countdown to Opening Day

April 4 is rapidly approaching!

so exciting, right?

I have mentioned, casually, to Alex several times that I would support his decision to pursue Major League Baseball.
He has reinforced to me many times that athletics might not be his bag, baby.

This is our first year of tee-ball and playing organized sports. By fate of the jedi, we are on the Rangers. It will be easy to find things to wear to his games.

Our team was the last team formed...even late. All of us late registered. That describes to you the parental level of withitness happening.

After a couple of practices I can only explain it as watching 2 grown men (coach Bobby and coach Pop Pop) herding cats...crazy, ADD cats that could care less what you're saying.
They're working so hard on trying to teach the team the basics:
Watch the ball!
Touch the base with your foot!
Run through the base!
Pay attention!
Watch the ball!
Watch the ball!
Watch the ball!
Pay attention!

But guess who cares? None of the Rangers.

I wanted to helicopter so badly. Alex (and everyone) have about a 2 minute attention span.
The coaches were just yelling names because I don't think they know everyone yet...
I did finally yell to Alex that he missed the first base bag twice in a row and to go back.
He also came to me about 30 minutes into practice and said he was getting sleepy. I answered really sensitively, "Uh, get back out there please."

"Just let the coaches do their job," I scolded myself.


I have taught middle school, but there is nothing in the world that can prepare you to deal with nine 5-year-old boys at the same time.

To be continued...