Making the Play, originally uploaded by cheryl.\
It was a good season. Connor had a great time, and he, along with the other boys, actually improved over the last two months. Fall t-ball was a good choice.
Yesterday was his final game of the season. He had lots of fans last night. Grammy and Pappy came out to cheer him on. Grandma and Grandpa came up from the lake to see him in his last game and to take us out to dinner afterwards (along with Uncle Brian and cousins Austin and Kyndal who met us at the restaurant).
Of course, now Connor is asking us how long until Spring.
You know, when baseball starts again.
Days he understands. Weeks he sort of gets. Months are a bit less clear. We tried explaining it several times, but I still don't think he gets how long he's going to have to wait. Not even saying after Halloween, after his birthday, after Christmas, after brothers' birthday, after Daddy's birthday and even after Buster's birthday - when it's cold outside! Time is not that clear to him yet.
Let's just say Spring is a really, really long time away right now. And he's not happy about it.
In the short term though, it will give him a chance to be a kid again. It won't be rushing home from school to try to squeeze in homework and dinner before or after practice or games. Or worrying about him falling asleep and not wanting to wake back up. He can maybe have a play date or two with friends. Or enjoy some back yard fun. Or even a visit to the park that isn't rushed into practice or game time.
It was fun, but we're all ready for the break. The twins, especially. Have they mentioned how much they hate and despise baseball? Because they do. You have to go past the park - past the swings and slide that call to them and make them scream at you when you do, in fact, go past - they have to stay contained in the stroller, and they are unimpressed with watching the game. All the drinks and snacks and suckers you can possibly offer are not enough to make them enjoy it. Not in the least.
They would have done a happy dance after yesterday's final game if they only knew. That, of course, and if we actually let them back out of the stroller.