I went to watch Hunter's first game a few weeks ago. It consisted of two innings. Hunter made it through the first inning just fine. It was hilarious watching them have two players on one base, running the wrong way, hitting the ball and running straight to second bypassing first altogether. The outfielder would grab the ball and stand there as the parents shouted from the sidelines, " throw the ball". The player would look around with a blank look on his face as if saying, "Ball, what ball. Throw what ball where?"
The second inning was going along much as the first, when Hunter came running off the field shouting, "I gotta pee; I gotta pee, now!" Becca took him to the restroom while Colton and I continued to watch the game. Becca and Hunter finally returned with Hunter saying he couldn't play any longer, because he was hungry. Hmmm there was a concession stand right next to the restroom with hotdogs that must have triggered his hunger. The coache's wife finally coerced him into finishing the last few minutes of the inning.
It will be interesting when he starts playing an actual game that lasts longer than two innings!!
The following week after watching Hunter play T-Ball, I went to watch Carissa in her gymnastics class. She wasn't in one of her better moods, but Pa persuaded her to join the class. Things were going along smoothly until it was time to hand out these little hoops that you stand in. There was only ONE blue one. Now anyone that is around Carissa for even a short period of time knows that if it is blue, it is Carissa's. The first little boy chose the blue one. That was it, Carissa didn't want to complete the class, and the mini melt down was on. After going out and having some discussion about not getting to go the McDonald's, Carissa settled down and finished the class. I will note, though, the little boy put down the blue ring, Carissa snagged it and held onto it for the remainder of the class. What Carissa did complete in her class, she did extremely well. I know that Grammys have a tendency to be a little biased, but my Carissabella is so far advanced for her age!
The reason behind this story is that when we went back in for Carissa to finish the class, I stood at the door next to a row of Moms. As Pa led Carissa back out on the floor, the Moms got to telling melt down stories that made my Grandbabies look like the angels that their Grammy sees them as.
LATER
