I truly HATE T-Ball. I know I shouldn't. It's a child sport and there are families all over this country, including dear sweet friends of mine who are all out proud of their children in T-Ball. It's America's game and thus should be treated as such. I don't agree with that. It is a game that lasts sometimes two hours where I sit with high wind blowing dust into my hair and not even a concession guy to sell me a hotdog, popcorn, and nachos. The season starts with cold freezing weather and ends with hot hot miserable heat.
This year the player is Call Bell. He has only played soccer but he is a total superstar at it. He is one fast little guy and his eye hand coordination is just killer. He is just wicked in team sports so I'm hoping this year will not be the Hakes kid alone in the dug out. I'm excited for him because HE REALLY WANTS TO DO IT and if he wants it than I want it. I love him so much and seeing him shine makes me glow. So this year it shall be something beautiful hopefully, and if he is happy I will bear all the horribleness that is T-Ball happily.
Oh and I just found these old soccer photos and so I figured I would share them. Rachel in what might have been her first and very last team sport. Gosh she is is cute and so is Callum.