The T Ball Update

Action shot.

Good game. Good game. 

Go Red Rockets! 

Miller and his buddy. 

Number 4. Cutest one out there ;)

I think there is nothing more adorable than Noah in his T Ball uniform. I have taken about a million and one pictures of him in it. I'm glad because this may be his one and only season. At dinner we play happy/sad. Each person picks the happiest and saddest thing about their day.  Saturday Noah said his sad thing was playing T ball. Oh how sad. So T ball has lost its luster and appeal. It is too soon to say whether it will reappear before next season. My guess is because it was 86 degrees at his nine am game last week. Or that an hour game cuts into playing cars or struction (what Noah calls digging holes and making stuff out of my non existent flower beds). He did mention wanting to play soccer. We might give that a try in the fall. Although I am not sure a soccer uniform is as adorable as a T ball uniform. I am willing to try different things until he finds his niche. The hard part will be not putting any pressure on his choices. I have enjoyed our little league. It is a great no pressure start for little ones. They don't even mind when Miller runs through the game ;) Two more games to go.

The Program

Noah finds me and the camera. 

Miller's class of one year olds doing Old McDonald. 

Miss Brooke

One last parting shot for mom. 

Family picture afterwards. 

Brotherly love?

Nana, Puddin, and the boys. 

Mimi and her little boys. 

Yesterday was the End of the Year Program at the boys' school. A bit before the end of the year. But still adorable and sweet. Miller had his first time stage and did much better than expected. Just sat back and chilled as he watched all the people. I would have been curious to be inside his little brain. Noah was Noah. On stage. In and out of attention but plenty of personality in all the right spots. And he dances like his Daddy. Minimal movement. My neighbor and I exchanged laughs and sad looks across the auditorium. Next year Brooke and Noah will be "graduating". I am not a huge fan of the Preschool Graduation idea. But be prepared there will be some sappy sentimental posts and some tears involved for sure. Seems like yesterday Ms. Betty was rocking Noah and B and the were just little bitsy babies. And Noah always had bed head and I never knew. Because Ms. Betty had a special brush just for Noah. Regardless it was a great school year for both boys. Noah really drinks up learning. I love that.