A New Era

The Merrills have now entered into the world of boy sports.  Hopefully it's one that we will fit into comfortably for the next 18 years (yes, I already have dreams of watching PG and Tank tackle peeps on the football field throughout high school).

This year, it is T-Ball.

We don't have his uniform yet since this was his first practice, but he does have a team hat (even if he is the only one on the team with one).

He did a lot of waiting in line for his turn to practice hitting and throwing.

Ain't he cute?  Then the coach asked who's next:

 Porter Pot was just a little eager to get up there and get a piece of that ball.

Porter didn't really want to have "Coach" help him.  He is four after all, and happens to know everything.  But the night before Mom and Dad kept having him repeat, "I have to do what the coach tells me to."

My action shot was a bit late, but you can tell that the kid got some air on it.

Chilling on first base:

 Now, I have to admit that no one really told Porter how to play baseball.  You know, beyond hit the ball when they tell you to and throw the ball when you get it.  Awesome parenting, I know.

That's probably why Porter looks so confused in the picture.

Porter was supposed to be catching the balls that came near first base and then throwing to the coach on home.  He, however, kept running across the field and diving after the baseball no matter where it landed.  And that meant knocking down anyone who got in his way.

I didn't get a picture of that gem (I SO wish I had), but Wyatt was crawling all over the place I had a difficult time watching him and snapping pics at the same time.

 I can't wait for many, many more mornings of Saturday games.