T-Ball

Tom & Mr. Scotty

Campbell

Oliver finally got to play t-ball this year!  Last year he broke his arm a week before it started so he couldn't play. He had a great time and for  the most part we had beautiful weather for practices and games.  We discovered that his friend Addy was on his team and that was the icing on the cake.  Unfortunately, his team name was "Tyneez" which bummed him out cause he wanted them to be called "Skylander Giants".  At any rate, they had a fun season and we learned that he has a pretty strong throwing arm.  Mr. Scotty worked with him and gave him some helpful pointers and equipment to use and it really helped.  On the first practice the kids were each paired up with a team mate and they had to practice throwing the ball back and forth and catching it.  Well, Oliver had had a bit too much practice and perhaps too many helpful tips and ended up throwing the ball to his team mate who missed and got a bloody nose.  We felt SO bad.  It was a total accident.  He didn't mean to do it and he felt awful.  We teased him that he was already a legend in his league for the first blood shed of the season.

Oh, I almost forgot...we played many baseball games after dinner early in the summer.  The 1st time it was my turn up to bat Tom kind of smirked and said "Oh boy, here we go, mom's up".   I asked him if he thought I was a good baseball player and he very gently told me "not so much."  He didn't have much faith that I'd hit the ball since I'm not really a "natural" athlete.  So, he pitched it to me and I hit it out of the park (our yard isn't huge, but it went over the fence into the neighbor's yard.)  The kids went nuts and I screamed "Home run!" as I began to run the bases.  I was perhaps a little too exuberant in my celebratory dance/run around the bases as I made my way to home base and I accidentally tooted twice!  I was pretty embarrassed, but nobody heard me due to all the commotion.  I thought I'd be honest and admit my moment of weakness since Oliver loves anything having to do with flatulence or any noisy bodily function.  When I told them all that I had tooted as I was running the bases due to my excitement they fell on the ground laughing hysterically.  They thought it was the funniest thing they had ever heard!  Oliver wanted me to hit another homer so I would toot again, and Berk wanted me to hit it into the neighbors yard again so she could trespass onto forbidden territory (oh great, hopefully that's not gonna be an issue in the future).  Anyway, I'm not proud of it and, yes, it was embarrassing, but I'm always one who loves to make fun of myself.  Life is too short to take yourself too seriously all the time and besides, I give myself lots of embarrassing material to work with, so why not?