T-ball boy

I realized recently that I never posted about H playing t-ball last year. I guess I was too busy complaining about being pregnant with twins to remember to do it. He's playing again this year and loves it, of course. For H, baseball pretty much is life (well, in addition to legos and superheros, too). He'll even watch baseball with his dad for a lot longer than I ever do. He's on a great team this year and he's been smacking balls as usual. Plus, he gets to work on his catching and fielding skills, which is a good thing. My husband always frets that playing t-ball makes H forget how to hit the ball normally, but then they'll go out in the back with just a bat and ball and H will hit the first one out of the yard. Yeah, I think he's still got the general idea down. Way to go, H!