More T-Ball Pics!

Raleigh had a fan club at his T-ball Game when my Grandma, Mom and Sister came along to enjoy the show! Raleigh was bit grumpy from being up late the night before. I think he waited up for Cris to go to bed, and we were all up really late! Plus the game was at 8am and that is NEVER fun!

Here I am after I tried to calm Raleigh down. We were greeted by a little curly haired woman!

This was Raleigh's meltdown with the coach. Raleigh stood there for a second and then just broke down in tears. Poor guy! And poor coach! He didn't know what to do! So we pulled the little guy out and got him to calm down. He stood for the rest of the game and batted one time after this.

Here I am matching Audrey. We were both in yellow!

Raleigh had his last T-ball game this Saturday. It was at 8am, so I was kind of excited it was his last game, but now that it is over I am sad! For those of you who don't have 3 year olds, let me explain what an 8am game means for us parents. It means...

Wake up at 6:30am to get dressed hopefully before the kids wake up. at 6:45 wake up the kids who are still sleeping. This means an intolerable guilt trip will follow because NO ONE wants to wake up a sleeping child and/or baby!

Get the kids fed by 7:15am...and impossible feat because kids take at least an hour to eat cereal.

Forget even cleaning up the table and dishes because it is already 7:40am and they still aren't dressed. Hope the dog eats everything on the floor and doesn't notice the dishes on the table at nose level.

Take the kids up and start yelling at each other. We both run around getting nothing accomplished until we laugh and then designate kids. Get your designated child dressed as fast as you can (but still let Raleigh win because he will cry if he loses and we don't have time for tantrum control).

Send Raleigh running around the house looking for his baseball glove, which means he will be distracted by a thousand toys and have to be reminded again and again what he is supposed to be doing.

Eventually find the glove yourself.

Grab the diaper bag which probably doesn't even have diapers in it and run out the door.

Drive the 5 minutes (it is 7:53am), but still yell at each other thinking we are going to be late.

Arrive, check in, and be there before any of the other parents. Then swear to each other that we will not get that crazy over it again since everything worked out...BUT do it all over again the next Saturday anyway!

At Raleigh's last game they had a team party and the kids got trophys. Raleigh was SO proud of his trophy! He pointed to the front and told me it said, "For Raleigh because you are a good player!" It actually said YSports, but that will be my little secret. :)