I am convinced that watching a t-ball game may be the cutest thing that I've ever seen. I love seeing the kids in the outfield doing sumersaults and picking grass and I love how the whole team runs to the ball regardless of where they are supposed to be. On Thursday Blake actually caught the ball and threw it to first base and got an out. He was so proud of himself that he threw his hands up in the air and then dropped his glove and came running over to give me a hug. It was so darn cute. Part of me wanted to say "Hey, there's no hugging in baseball" but the bigger part of me just loved it. Everyone laughed and clapped. I think this child was born to perform.
Here are some pictures from today.
*Bird is his nickname.
