Summer 2010 - As parents, Greg and I (and obviously little Jacob too) found t-ball to be an
entirely new experience,
heightened I believe by the fact that we live in the state of Texas where sports are somewhat of a religion. Which can be a good and bad thing at once: we did have very nice uniforms (even with the kid's names on their backs) and facilities, but the parents are serious about success! Jacob was probably the youngest on his team at age just-turned-3 (team members ranging from 3 to 5) and it
definitely took a while for him to become engaged. (We also missed half the season for vacation which we know didn't help.) At any rate it ended well with several funny stories we now have to share. Here are a few of my favorites: first, it took a while for the coaches to remember he was a lefty - to the point that I nearly put masking tape on his back saying so. : ) Also, he was forever shuffling his shoes around in the red dirt, whereby he would remove them and then needed poor Greg to put them back on. He also got to the tee at one game and was looking all around and ended up pointing at something out in the field, which completely looked like he was calling his shot! : ) His final game was our favorite - he fell asleep on the way there, but once awake actually fielded a ball to first base, hit twice well off the tee (hitting never seemed to be an issue - more just paying attention!), and then actually ran the bases! Every game he would
solemnly tell us he was going to walk the bases "slowly and carefully." : ) He loved the trophy he got and insisted on sleeping with it that night. Catherine of course was a great fan and really wanted to be out there playing with him. She is just naturally coordinated anyhow and already pretty good at playing catch. Since then we have signed ourselves up for soccer with the same coach "Coach Paul" and Jacob likes to practice running imaginary bases in the yard or park and we take turns being "Coach Paul. He even played a little catch with me last night. One final note, completely by coincidence he was assigned Greg's lifelong sports number: #14. : )
Summer 2010 - As parents, Greg and I (and obviously little Jacob too) found t-ball to be an 
entirely new experience, heightened I believe by the fact that we live in the state of Texas where sports are somewhat of a religion. Which can be a good and bad thing at once: we did have very nice uniforms (even with the kid's names on their backs) and facilities, but the parents are serious about success! Jacob was probably the youngest on his team at age just-turned-3 (team members ranging from 3 to 5) and it definitely took a while for him to become engaged. (We also missed half the season for vacation which we know didn't help.) At any rate it ended well with several funny stories we now have to share. Here are a few of my favorites: first, it took a while for the coaches to remember he was a lefty - to the point that I nearly put masking tape on his back saying so. : ) Also, he was forever shuffling his shoes around in the red dirt, whereby he would remove them and then needed poor Greg to put them back on. He also got to the tee at one game and was looking all around and ended up pointing at something out in the field, which completely looked like he was calling his shot! : ) His final game was our favorite - he fell asleep on the way there, but once awake actually fielded a ball to first base, hit twice well off the tee (hitting never seemed to be an issue - more just paying attention!), and then actually ran the bases! Every game he would solemnly tell us he was going to walk the bases "slowly and carefully." : ) He loved the trophy he got and insisted on sleeping with it that night. Catherine of course was a great fan and really wanted to be out there playing with him. She is just naturally coordinated anyhow and already pretty good at playing catch. Since then we have signed ourselves up for soccer with the same coach "Coach Paul" and Jacob likes to practice running imaginary bases in the yard or park and we take turns being "Coach Paul. He even played a little catch with me last night. One final note, completely by coincidence he was assigned Greg's lifelong sports number: #14. : )
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