The T-Rats

It's here . . . baseball season! This year, we've "graduated" the boys from the YMCA, and they will play t-ball with the Timbergrove Sports Association. As in, a real baseball league. They had "try-outs" and everything.

Cort took the boys to tryouts last Saturday. The coaches watched as the kids ran to first base, hit three balls off the tee, and fielded three balls and threw them back to a coach. Cort said both boys did great. Three good hits from both of them. When they fielded, Joseph stopped all three balls but Charlie missed one. I'm not sure if he was upset that he missed it initially, but by the time I heard the story he was pretty proud, because of course he ran after it and then he threw it all the way in from where he was, which Cort said was clearly noted by the coaches.

We've got a friend who is coaching another team, so we got an email giving us the inside scoop on the draft. The boys were both taken in the first round!! Specifically, they were taken (as a pair) with the tenth pick overall. Out of over 100 players!! I'm always just so amazed when I find out that children with half of my genes can play a sport.

The team that chose them is the Timber Rattlers (named for a Brewers minor league team). Cort's been calling them the T-Rats. It's a new team, so they may actually end up being the best players on the team, which could potentially be tough in this league. (Players who played last year can remain on their old team without trying out, so there will be some experienced teams out there.) The boys don't know anyone else on the team, but I think they'll be fine. We haven't met the coach yet. Practices start this weekend, and I'm hoping the practices won't be too frequent. But these boys just love sports, so I think we've made the right decision in moving up to the "next level" with Timbergrove. So happy baseball season is here.

Go T-Rats!!

Our whirling dervish

Five and eleven twelfths

This morning, at precisely 8:15, Joseph ran upstairs to inform me that "Mom, it's only 5 minutes until we turn 5 and 11/12ths!"

Wordless Wednesday

Out of bed

We made it 5 years, 10 months, and and 21 days as parents before we had a child crawl out of a crib. That's a pretty good streak.

But it's over. Helen, always our trailblazer.

Lapse in judgment

Problem: Helen won't wear anything in her hair, and her hair is always in her face.
Solution: Have her hair cut so that she has bangs.

Problem: Bangs grow, hair is in her face again.
Solution: Must cut bangs often.

Problem: We currently get her haircut at a place that has limited hours of operation (and is expensive). And we have no free time.
Solution: We'll buy some haircutting scissors, and cut the bangs ourselves in between haircuts.

Problem: Helen will only let Daddy, not Mommy, fix her hair.
Solution: This morning before school, Cort cut Helen's bangs.

Problem: She looks like her bangs were cut with a bowl on top of her head -- a bowl that was crooked, and too high on one side.
Solution: None available in the 15 minutes left before we needed to get her to school. Sorry Helen!