T-Ball. For big kids.

I was a little nervous about what would happen with Porter at t-ball. If you remember, he doesn't do well in front of others. He gets shy and scared and cries. An ugly cry...And his face gets all mushed up, and his little chin quivers. It's terrible.

Well, we did our best to be excited about it, we talked about it, we got excited, Jack went to t-ball on Monday, and we thought that would show him it's not all that bad.

It was, all that bad.

Here he is with Tom waiting to get his picture taken with the team. Things weren't going well so I had to come in and help out. When we get the pictures back and you see my head peaking out from behind him and the coach, don't be alarmed. He wouldn't let go of my hand...would not let go.

Poor dude. It got better towards the end when he started running...his problem may be that he is drowning in his shirt. Why do they make them so big? Especially when I asked for a small...

If you look closely you can see the sad crying face in the above picture....

Oh, the pain I feel for him is ginormous. It's that fine line as a parent where I want to hold him close and hug him...but then I want to shove him out of the nest and get him to fly....

He says he wants to go back. That's a good sign, right?