I went into this new t-ball season excited about Gabe playing on a new “competitive” team. Yes, you read that right, a competitive T-BALL team. Crazy, I know!
Why you ask would parents do that to a six year old child?
I’ll tell you…my son LIVES to play the game, is very competitive and if I do say so myself not to shabby of a player. So we wanted him to be on a team that challenged him, and not bore him. A team where he was NOT the “star” to give him a reality check!
Well, did I ever get my wish.
The light bulb should have gone off when practice started, three days a week!
Then it was games twice a week, plus practice.
I, being the “young” naive thing that I am was thrilled when I saw the schedule and noticed we didn’t have any games on the weekends.
Light bulb moment #2… weekends are saved for you to travel and play tournaments, Ha…Ha…Ha…!
So, this past weekend we had our very first tournament, and guess what?
We won the whole thing!
And Gabe got his very first trophy.
I was looking forward to working in my veggie garden Saturday until his coach called last night…Guess what?
We have another tournament this weekend!
Praise God we only allow the kiddos to play one sport!
Championship Snocones anyone?
I did however get one of the things marked off my "I need" list...sunkissed legs...and arms...and face!