I like to tease Emily for all the time she spends running her kids to swim meets and tee ball games, because really? I don’t want to do that. EVER. Joshua is a good swimmer but does not wish to compete (darn) and let’s just say I think Sophie’s talents are going to lie in the theater arts. So far I’ve been “blessed” with children who are as I like to say, “blissfully unathletic”.
Except. Um. There’s that unplanned third child, and I think? He’s gonna wanna play sports! Since his birthday and Christmas are 8 days apart, he hasn’t gotten anything new in awhile and he’s acted kind of bored with his toys. So I got him a basketball hoop and a tee ball set and they are his FAVORITE THINGS EVER. And he’s GOOD at them!
I am proud of him and frankly I am enjoying his new athletic ventures. But I think they will be much less enjoyable when there are practices and games to sit through! I mean, I LOVE going to my nephew’s basketball games, but I am basically a nervous wreck the whole time and he’s not even MY kid. I’m fairly sure the nervous wreck factor multiplies by 10 when it’s your own offspring.
But then there’s this:
And dangit won’t he be CUTE in a tee ball uniform one day? Oh man. I’m just hosed!
Wait until he starts spouting baseball statistics….like his Uncle Charles…he does have a great memory!
What’ ever you do, don’t be a “little league mom”!!!
You know the type?