The Next Step in Ensuring My Kid Never Wants to Play Football

Fall t-ball has started! Greg is head coach again, which I really like. I know there is no way he could sit back and watch someone else teach his son how to play one of his favorite sports. I like the family involvement, though. And it suits my need to control everything and everyone. :)

I am really happy with the team this season. There are 9 of them! 9 little balls of energy running around in different directions! So basically, as the un-official (ie Self Appointed) team mom, I have to figure out how to organize the little devils. Lets just start with the first game. I was prepared. I bought a bucket for each little boy with his name on it. In this bucket was to be all of his own personal t-ball gear. Glove, hat, helmet, water bottle. Everything was organized. Until the game actually started! Then it was pretty much every kid for himself. Whatever hat/glove/water bottle could be reached first was the one that he used.

Some of the parents had written their kid's name on their stuff, camp underwear style, but some had not. I had anticipated this and so brought my own sharpie. Again, helpful--not controlling! By the end of the game, Everything was labeled. Not that it did a whole lot of good. It just allowed the parents to find the kid that swiped their kid's stuff before they went home.

In the span of a one hour game, we had to have 4 trips to the pottie! One for real. One because he saw the first kid go. One forced because his peepee dance was distracting the other players. And one that snuck off on his own and was back before I ever knew what happened! Yikes!

But I do think this is going to be a good season, even with the challenge of herding 9 little boys into some semblance of a team. Ethan's bust buddy is on our team this season and his father is the assistant coach. Love that! How can you look at these faces and not cheer for The Dodgers!?