Saturday, May 18, 2013

The Pirate Butterflies

The Pirate Butterflies. Yep that was Carson's T-ball team name. And I love the age of 4 because he thought nothing of the name. The adults were the only ones that were cringing at the non-sportslike name. Today was the last game for the T-ball season. We had mixed reviews for the season. Some games he was excited to play. Hitting the ball with enthusiasm and charging every ball that was hit even when it wasn't in his vicinity (much to the chagrin of the player covering that area.)And then there were games (2 in particular) where he was sitting down picking at the grass and just generally acting like a disgruntled major leaguer. Ah the ups and downs of a 4 year old. And now the pictures. :)

#1 and his trusty sidekick. Sister needs some lessons on cheering. At one point in the game when I asked her to cheer her brother on she replied, "Mommy can you do it for me? I'm just too tired!"

They were all about hugging this morning and I was loving it.

An all out mighty swing!

Now this is hitting with JOY! As you can tell this was one of his good days:)
It's all in the tongue:)

Fielding with intensity.


"Look! I followed through!"

Now that's a good  arm:)
Keepin' it real and fun

Taking a Capri Sun break on the bench. Hydration is key for these 30 minute games:)


"Look Mommy! I stopped on first base and my helmet is still on."

Receiving his end of the season trophy. Coach Andy was awesome. So encouraging.


God has said, "Never will I leave you, never will I forsake you." So we say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?" Hebrews 13:5-6