I mentioned it here recently, about how every day is a football game, and about how Brian turned the living room into a hockey rink with masking tape. Well, now that it's spring and baseball is in the air and hockey playoffs are around the corner, every day is a baseball game and/or a hockey game. In the living room. Then we usually take it outside, but at first it's inside and it starts before breakfast even. As soon as they decide which sports shirt they're going to wear and manage to get dressed, the game is underway. Downstairs neighbor- I'm so sorry.
Last week the boys had their first T-ball practice. It's actually a modified version of T-ball for four year-olds called Blastball. It involves home plate and first base. No other bases. No outs. I kind of accidentally volunteered for Brian and I to be the coaches, so we're the coaches of the mighty Red Wings, together with one other father. He rightly noticed that I probably won't be able to do anything other than try to keep the kids in line to hit. My body does not agree with any bending and twisting right now. There are only six kids on each team, and the parents never leave them even at practice, so it won't be too challenging. Last Saturday we had the Reston Little League Opening Day parade. So cute.
|Clark at practice- showing everyone how|
|The smiles didn't stop all the way home from practice.|
|At the parade|
|I didn't know it would be so easy to get six boys to hold hands. |
They loved it.
But back to the sports-crazed boys.
About a month ago Cal fell on his teeth on the kitchen tile while Clark was chasing him. I think it was a hockey-related fall, but it might have been simply a bedtime crazy-man race. The dentist today confirmed that his front left tooth is dead, so he might have to do a root canal to ensure it doesn't get infected until it falls out in a few years. Cal thinks it's cool because he will look like Alex Ovechkin (The Washington Capitals' hockey star, who Clark claims to actually be most days) without a tooth.
|Cal's fading tooth...|
|The scene in the living room|
|Clark the sports star goalie|
|Clark in his frog bib chest protector and adult size catcher's mask|
|Clark doing his methodical Bryce Harper approach to the plate|
The sports obsession also has bred a competition obsession. They compete at many things- some of which are quite helpful such as the nightly pajama race, and the clothes-sorting race, and some of which are not like who can throw the pillows the farthest or who can pee the fastest.
In about a week and a half we will have a full-out sports birthday party for them. Almost four years old already! It's so hard to believe. Sometimes.
|Taking in Dad's softball game- and some popcorn|