Sporty

It's spring time and that means spring sports!

This is the first year that Paige is old enough to play on a team so she is doing t-ball. I think she is pretty cute with her pink mitt and braided hair.

T-ball is co-ed, so she is playing with a bunch of boys. She is one of only two girls on her team but she is holding her own (although it is not too hard because basically none of the kids have any idea what they are doing!)

The format of the league she is in has the kids meet every Saturday. They practice with their team for one hour and then play another team in a game for the next hour. During the games, all the kids get to hit and run the bases. There are no outs, once everyone has hit, the teams switch and the other team hits. At the end of each inning after all the kids have hit, for fun, they let the coach hit and the kids try to get him out. The kids have a good time chasing the coaches down.

Anwyay, on Saturday Paige has just hit and is standing at 2nd base when her coach comes up to bat. I seriously don't know what he was thinking but he line drives the ball right into the kids and sadly it hits Paige right in the stomach. She doubles over, starts screaming and then comes running toward me crying. It was so sad. She had this perfectly round, baseball-shaped red mark on her stomach exactly where the ball hit her. Of course, she says she is not playing anymore. Dave and I felt like if we didn't get her back out on the field she would be too scared to play again so we encouraged her to go back in the game. I am sure it was pretty funny listening to us tell her that "everyone gets hurt in sports, but when you feel better you have to be brave and go back in, your team needs you, and of course, when you are brave after getting hurt, you definitely deserve ice cream!"

Needless, to say after some consoling and cajoling she went back in the game. Fortunately she wasn't hurt badly (thank goodness it wasn't in the face!) After, she calmed down she was mostly just mad and embarassed, so she stomped out on to the field with a big scowl on her face but she stuck with it and after a while was fine. I might mention too, that we had to reassure and console the coach almost as much as we did Paige, he felt sooo bad.

And of course, after the game, our little t-baller got some ice cream....or should I say frozen vanilla custard with Reese's Pieces.

After our morning of t-ball, we were off to an afternoon of soccer with Ashley. She is playing again with the same team and coach she always has. She is even wearing the same jersey that she has had since Kindergarten! I can't believe it still fits her.

Ashley played well and her team won 4-1. She had a good game and wasn't too rusty after not having played all winter. It will take her a little time to get back into game shape; she has been a little sore from running so much. She got to experience the relief of a little Icy Hot rub on her thigh muscle that night.

Sports will be keeping us busy for the next few weekends, but fortunately we have had nice weather and look forward to some more this weekend.