Jack would like nothing more than to play tee ball like Harry. He always warms up with Ben before the game
and then returns to his spot as a reluctant observer while the big kids take the field.
Harry was playing so well the other night. He got a huge hit, and he sort of remembered to run the bases in the right order.
He kind of paid attention when he played third base-ish, and he hustled after a few balls.
The other moms and I were talking about fall activities, and I was almost all set to sign Harry up for the fall tee ball league with a few of his current teammates when he started crying at first base and ran off the field demanding water. He chugged some and went back to his team. All seemed sort of well, so I turned my attention back to chatting.
Next thing I knew, Ben was all pissy with me for not paying attention, and Harry was having a sobbing, gasping, flailing fit over batting order.
So. Yeah. Maybe not so much of the fall tee ball. Just soccer, swim, and ballet, I guess.
(And don't worry-- Jack finally gets to play ball in a multi-sports class for babies (toddlers) while Harry is at soccer. I am sparing him the indoor swim lessons because he hates them, and he can't do ballet until he's 3. But still. Ball class. Finally.)