A few months ago we got a call from my brother telling us that we needed to get down to Wendy's and sign Ethan up for T-ball. The Central Little League was there and T-Ball started at age 4. After making him go ask the commissioner if it really was age 4, we packed up and headed down to Wendy's. Grandpa Blackburn had already paid for Ethan and so we just filled out the paperwork. I don't know who was more excited, me or Chris. Ethan was a little worried. We asked him if he was excited and he said, "Well... What if I'm not good?" We quickly told him he would be just fine and as long as he had fun that was all that mattered! Later that day we overheard him talking with Grandma Alberta about T-ball and you could tell he was excited about it. I have been waiting for the day when he could start playing sports forever, it seems. We were gonna start him with Soccer, but he was too young when they started the season so we were just waiting for the new season to start. Ethan had his first practice at the end of February. Luckily they practiced right by my parent's house, so Grandma stayed home with Ashlee so I could go with Ethan. His first practice was just throwing the ball around... Towards the end of practice I looked over and noticed that Ethan was running off of the field... We were on the opposite side and end of the dugout so I started running to get him... (mind you I had just had a baby a week or so earlier...) When I got to Ethan I said "what are you doing dude?" and he said "I thought practice was over." His coach had been running after him and came over then and took him back on the field. I thought it was quite funny that he was pretty much done with practice so it must be over. He gets his very long (joking) attention span from his mother! Practices have gotten better since the first few. Grandpa Blackburn signed up to help out the team and is an assistant coach. Some call him Coach Ethan's Grandpa! Too funny. This picture is from one of his practices...Chris and I were watching Ethan at one practice and were getting a little frustrated with Ethan. He wasn't paying attention, sitting down when in line, playing with the dirt and even filling his hat up with dirt and then putting it back on his head. My dad was my brother's baseball coach for many years and had some interesting kids. One of these kids was named Bruce. Bruce would chase butterflies, stare at the snack bar more than the field and not pay attention to anything. I quickly thought of him and smiled, great my son was the Bruce of this team... Fantastic! Since that practice he has started doing what the other boys are doing and pays attention a little better... Thank heavens, I don't know if I could handle it if he just got worse!
Isn't he so cute? I'll have more later on his games and a picture of him in his uniform!