Teeball

This fall since we weren't in preschool, we found some other activities to keep us busy. Monday night is tee-ball, Tuesday is Taekwando, Wednesday is swimming.



We signed up for Teeball because we had friends from Castle Country Preschool that were going to play teeball too. Sam, Ben, Owen, Owen, and Drew were quite the crew. They were very squirmy and silly, but they're 4, and that's how 4-year-olds act when they're excited. We quickly realized that Owen needed a glove for a left-hander. The first night, he looked like such a spaz because he couldn't throw the ball with his right hand. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a teeball glove for a lefty? Impossible unless you are willing to spend $40 at the sporting goods store. I found one on ebay, but it was way too big. Didn't matter much anyway because Owen had no concept of what he was supposed to do with it anyway. This wasn't his fault; it was just the way it was set up. Preschool teeball was like herding cats.

Owen and Sam - Best buds!Really involved in the game. This reminds me so much of Devon when he was little. He and his friends used to do cartwheels and throw dirt the whole game much to the amusement of their older siblings. Owen would have fit right in with that team. Just to give you an idea, when he was playing first base and the first batter hit the ball, Owen dropped his glove and ran to second - um, wrong team buddy. When the second player hit the ball and the dad standing there told Owen to get the ball, he ran after it and kicked it like a soccer ball back to the base. He was moved to outfield shortly thereafter.
Being on the batting team was no better. He got first through third just fine, but everytime (and I mean EVERY time) he was supposed to run home, he ran to the dugout. Most of the time it was the OTHER TEAM'S dugout! The great thing about it was, it was just for fun. No one kept score or even got "out". Which is great for this age since they're too young to understand the game anyway. He is so proud of his "first gold medal!" He keeps it safe in his pajama drawer.Every week after tee-ball we went to Pizza Hut because there was hardly anyone was there. The boys were always so wound up and goofy by then, it was nice to have a place to ourselves where they could be squirmy and giggly. We had a great season!