Let's play ball!!

The first session of the Bam-Bam T-Ball at the Y was on in full force today. Though it was cloudy, the humidity was full on, but it didn't matter to the whole lot of 2 1/2 - 4 year olds. They had fun just the same. You would think that being called "bam-bam" (as in the Flintstones) they would hit each other with the bat, but nothing like that happened.

It was Matty and I this morning, as Daddy is sick so he stayed home with the girls. All I can say is, he missed out. It was a great day. The Cardinals (as in the Saint Louis Cardinals - check out their hats!) with their red hats and white t-shirts, and their parents urging them to run to the 1st base was a sight to see.

Matty was a natural. He was told what to do and he did it. He can bat, but you should see him throw. This boy has an arm!

It was chaos when coach (red shirt with black shorts) introduced everyone to the first base. It was like trying to corral chickens, I tell you. (Note the other kids wearing yellow shirts in the background. They are the Padres, the team the Cardinals played with today.)

But everyone got the idea by 3rd base.

Everyone must touch the home plate with their foot!

Finally, it was time to practice batting.

It was so much fun, he didn't know what to do with himself!

Some of the Cardinals! Yes, there was one girl. Woo hoo! The cute kid with the glove had a bit of an issue. He kept running after the ball he just hit. Apparently, that was the rule in their house when the played T-ball. Poor kid, he was confused.

Matty sits on the grass while waiting to bat again.

Game on!

See how he keeps his foot on the cone/base? Awesome!

Run home, Matty! Run!

Finally, it was time for a break before the Cardinals played a game with the Padres. Sorry, I don't have pictures of the actual game. But it was a bit loud, with a lot of "RUN TO THE FIRST BASE!", "GET THE BALL!", "THROW THE BALL TO THE FIRST BASE!", "DON'T FORGET TO TOUCH THE BASE WITH YOUR FOOT!" from the parents.

Oh, I forgot to add that when it was the Cardinals' turn in the outfield, everyone apparently brought a mit, except for Matty. He looked around and got sad and was ready to cry, "I don't have a glove!" Holy cow! I thought gloves were optional!!!! We bought a mit later in the afternoon.