Mason has officially hit the age of really competitive sports. Granted, it seems most of the competition is among the parents. It gets a wee bit crazy.
He has thrown himself into baseball and works every.single.day on improving himself. He is lucky to have his dad as a coach... wish I had known my husband in his baseball star days. That's hawt. Ha.
Along with league ball, he is playing on a travel tournament team. The competition is intense, as is the time commitment. But we all love it, and we are really lucky to have an awesome group of kids and parents on our team.
Hello bleacher butt... it's gonna be long, hot summer. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I know that consumption. My girls are on three different teams...we are in tournaments this week all different places 3 different directions from our house 20+ min away but wouldnt change a thing they love it
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Enjoy the season
My head is spinning about the days when my boys hit the competitive sports age. And it's just around the corner for my oldest. Yikes! I can't take the pressure from PRESCHOOL, let alone a baseball team!! LOL! One thing is for certain, though: Mason is drop dead adorable in his uniform and I LOVE that he practices everyday. Wish we lived close enough to be cheering him on!!
ReplyDeleteNot sure how I found your blog but it is great! My girlfriends son just got diagnosed with speech Apraxia and I sent her your link. She said your thoughts were great and she now has a resource reading your blog. Good job! And bless you for adopting a DS baby. I am just not sure I have the courage. Your whole family is too adorable and I look forward to reading more!!!
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