T-Ball: Year #2, Practice #1

Those of you that have followed this blog for at least a year know that Ivie's first experience with t-ball wasn't that great. (If I may digress for a moment... Who am I kidding? My blog following right now is pretty much exactly the same as it was from the day it began. I have 10 followers, and about 15 others that are forced to read any updates I send because the blogger email system sends them an email each time I submit a post. That makes a total readership of about 25, not counting the random hits that I get from those on Facebook who click over every once in a while when I do a status update saying that I've done a blog post. And THEY only click over because they know it's the only way to get to see updated pictures of the girls. At least I'm putting this blogging experience into perspective. In other words, I'm pretty much just doing it for myself. As a way to be able to write something unrelated to NCAA regulations. And maybe as a way to someday entertain my children, and their children, and their children...)

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. T-ball.

Today was Ivie's first practice of her second season of t-ball. I've been cautiously optimistic (I know you don't believe it, Dale!) that being a year older would dramatically improve her attitude toward the game (which, last year, really only meant a reason to hang out with the cool sno-cone cups at the water coolers).

So this morning, I sent Ivie and Dale off to the baseball field (I stayed home with Macie, who was recovering from a sore throat) with exclamations of "Have FUN, Iv!" and "Listen to your coaches, okay!?!".

Now, if you haven't done so yet from the hyperlink above to the first t-ball post from last year, click over and do it now. Because the rest of this post is not going to be as funny to you if you don't.

I'll give you a moment...

Alright. So when Dale and Ivie got home from practice, and I asked Dale to "fill me in" on how it had gone (I was ready to take mental notes for the blog I would need to craft later), I got the following response.

"It was fine. She did pretty well. But her hitting is actually worse than last year, so we'll need to work on that."

That was it, folks! I asked several times for some stories. I got nothing.

Which is why I guess I'll need to drag Macie to the field from here on out so that I can experience (and document) t-ball for myself. Because I'm apparently not going to get anything out of her daddy...!

Except for some pictures, that is. He DID agree to take the camera (since it was team picture day, as well, and I wasn't about to pay $16 to get the version offered by the professional photographers), and he got some cute shots.

In other words, it wasn't a total bust in terms of a blog post. And I should look on the bright side. At least this way I don't have to write a long story. Not to mention that my friend Stacy might actually READ this whole thing, instead of just skipping to the pictures.

The Preparation/Practice at Home

Waiting for Some Action

Time to PLAY!

Batting...

Dale's Version of the Team Picture!