830 am, we barely made it in time to get our uniforms. And that is our schedule all this month. Why am I being tortured! The other dad couldn’t even make it on time, and we co-dependents are never separated on the weekends. Next week there is a parade that starts even earlier, check back and wake me up for it!
The fields were a little muddied and that just increased the fun for my son. He loves to slide into any base, the total opposite of me. He can’t get dirty enough, me, I am cringing! His attention span in the field is not great, hopefully next year when he is in softball it will be more exciting out there. For now, we are just excited cause he is a power hitter! Again, nothing like my little league experience, I still have not forgiven my dad for that. I got one hit because the first and only time I swang the bat I hit the pitchers foot. Aaahh, memories.
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