Que the Angels, please. Hallelujah Chorus rings out loudly through the blogosphere.
We finally got to play our first t-ball game last night after last weekend's game was cancelled due to rain that started on Friday night and stopped on Monday morning. (Isn't that always the way it is with rain?)
And let me just say, if you are having a bad day, just head to your local ball field. because watching a group of 3,4 and 5 year-olds playing t-ball will have you chuckling in no time. This is Sarah up to bat. She had no problems whacking the ball both times she got up to hit.
She did have problems knowing which way to run though. Both times, she took off towards third base instead of first.
Did I mention how much fun it is to watch a bunch of 3 and 4 year-olds play ball?
Peter had no problems hitting the ball either. Due to his late birthday, he is one of the oldest and tallest kids on the team. He was disappointed that he had to play t-ball again this year. He wants to hit balls thrown by the pitcher.
He is an old pro and knew exactly which way to run.
They don't keep score at this level which is a great thing. Because when Peter asked if they won, I could answer with a resounding, "Your team, honey. Your team!"