T-ball

When I asked Jonah which he preferred, soccer or T-ball he said, "I like them about the same." After pondering the matter a few seconds more he countered, "Well, I like T-ball better because I don't have to run as much...and we get to sit out for a long time." So basically what you're telling me Jonah is that you don't like sports. And I'm thinking, if that's the case why am I loading up four kids in the car twice a week, adding to our already crazy schedules to have you participate in something neither you or I enjoy? It's true. I admit it. I don't like sports. At least not your typical American boy sports...football, basketball, baseball. To this day if ever you find me in a sports arena, I may appear to be intently following the game when in reality I'm more likely to be pondering life's quandaries. Give me volleyball, racquetball, ping-pong--but who's heard of a 6 yr. old ping-pong league? In China maybe?

Yet amidst all my complaints I have found one reason for the twice-a-week, self-inflicted torture.

Pictures.

And my heart melts to see him in his very professional looking get up, even if it is just T-ball.






By the way, he has come to enjoy T-ball quite a bit of late and so I'm feeling much better about the craziness.

And while we're on the subject of Jonah, I don't think I ever posted pictures from his SIXTH birthday. Oh my, the boy's growing up too fast.

We went with a Batman theme this year...

...the kids had fun with the black frosting.

The girls bought him this water gun for his birthday, but one water gun in the possession of a six year old boy against two (now three) defenseless girls equals major trauma. So that night we bought two more to even out the playing field. Problem solved. Except maybe for Char--she can dish it, but she can't take it.