Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks, I don't know if I never get back
Let me root, root, root for the BLUE JAYS (don't know how they ended up with green shirts)
if they don't win its a shame. For its one, two, three strikes you're out at the Old Ball Game.
When the coach first put the helmet on his head we thought he looked like chicken little...it amazed us to see how small he is next to the majority of his team.
You should have seen all the little green shirts scrambling for the ball each time it was hit off the tee....it looked a little bit more like a wrestling match then a baseball game. Heber watched for the first few hits but he caught on soon enough. After a few catches himself, he pouted and tattled on the kid who caught the ball if it wasn't him. Way to be a good sport Hebe
I was one proud mamma to say the least. Since the time we found out we were having a boy I have been looking forward to this day. Daddy seemed to enjoy it as well, even if "baseball is lame."
As I was pushing Heber on the swing in the back yard after the game he said to me,
"I had a great time mom.......I did a great job huh"
Yes babe, you did!
3 comments:
Keion and I just watched that little video. Brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. I love when you cheer for him and he looks over to the camera with a big smile on his face as he runs. LOVE IT!
Wish we could be there to cheer him on.
The girls were just watching this with me and were very impressed. In fact, Brooklyn just asked to watch it again. Go Heber! Good job!
I love his little face. T-Ball is the best...No stress just good times.
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