It was Mason's first year of T-ball and boy did he love it! The moment he got his own hat and glove his love for baseball came alive. Getting Mason ready to go anywhere is a painstaking process that requires a lot of reminding and waiting, but whenever t-ball was involved I would find Mason ready and waiting by the door without me having to ask him to do a thing. Scott has been waiting for the day he could help coach Mason's T-ball team pretty much since we found out we were having a boy, so it was a lot of fun for him, too. The fun didn't stop after Mason's practices and games, though. We love spending our summer evenings playing T-ball in the backyard as a family. Brynn is keeping up with Mason on her skills and could be quite the ball player herself when the time comes. T-ball was a better fit than soccer for Mason, because it doesn't require him to be so aggressive, which isn't in his nature. Mason would step up to the tee, take a couple practice swings, pick his leg way up before his step and swing, and then gracefully follow through. He has a great swing, but doesn't put much umph behind it. Then he would take off on a nice jog to first base. Maybe in coach pitch when they can get thrown out at first he'll feel more urgency to run fast. I love watching Mason learn and try new things.
I was looking through some old pictures today and came across these gems that make it pretty clear who Mason gets his love for T-ball from.
Scott 1989
Check out that intensity.
Yes that is Nance, the T-ball coach, in the background...and my dog Sparky, too. I love how intertwined our lives were growing up.
Rachel 1991
I didn't care much for playing defense and would spend all my time out in the field with my mitt over my face.
