Isaac and T-Ball

The last of the T-Ball and Baseball Games!! Of course there's nothing like ending the season with Naissa playing at 9am, Zack at 9:15am and Isaac at 9:30am ALL on DIFFERENT FIELDS!! Zack had to cheer for himself because we couldn't let Naissa or Isaac go to their games by themselves. To add to the schedule and the HEAT we couldn't find Naissa or Isaac's baseball clothes...No Shirt, No Shoes...We got a Problem! We decided not to stress on it and let them wear whatever! So they both played in sandals...Isaac wore his Yankees hat but he actually wears that every week anyway. You can see Isaac's clothes in the pictures below. As much as I love watching them play, I am so glad the season is over. I hate HOT weather. I hate driving and using gas. I hate flipping a coin to see who gets to see whose game. BUT I LOVE taking pictures of them playing! It was funny because Isaac got his hair cut and wasn't wearing his T-ball shirt and even though we were standing right with his coach, he didn't know Isaac was there! Nobody recognized him, until he got up to bat! I love hearing other parents talk. Especially when it's something good about my kids. (We all need encouragement that our kids are doing better "out there" than they do at home) I'm not afraid to say that Isaac is good at hitting the ball. I mean he's had enough practice! lol! But to hear it from other parents, just makes my heart swell. You can love something and not be that good at it.....baseball with Isaac is different so it would suck, if he did. (ha!!) ANYWAY each time Isaac got up to bat there would be chitter chatter about how good he was and blah blah blah. Little comments about his hair looking so cute and how they wouldn't want to be up against that little guy, he really slams it etc... It just filled my heart with things to ponder....or to blog about! :)

A couple of games ago, Isaac slammed the ball and it hit this little girl in the outfield, knocking the wind out of her and making her cry. Isaac paused, not knowing whether he should run to first or not. The dad patted Isaac on the back and told him "that was a great hit buddy" and that his daughter would be okay. So Isaac RAN as I listened to the parents talk about how hard "that little blond boy with the Yankee hat" can hit and how they were glad it wasn't them who got hit. After the game we made sure the little girl was okay, which she was, but she may have a mark in the morning! (That might be one of the reasons the 3yr olds play with tennis balls)