2015: The summer of boys and baseball

This is the year my boys were introduced to baseball! All three of them. LOL.

Lester took Cary and Dean to their first ever O's game this month!

The Orioles won, which made the boys very happy! But Lester says they were mostly excited about the Gatorade, the popcorn and the cotton candy. Of course.

Funniest moment of the game: A very confused Cary asked Lester, "But when do they hit it off the tee?"

They learned all about tee-ball during their first baseball clinic, which went from April to the end of this month.

Lester was their coach, and there's a funny story behind that. You can read it here.
http://www.baltimoreschild.com/articles/index.cfm?fuse1=detail&ArticleID=2785

The good news is, despite auspicious beginnings, the Purple Dragons had a very successful clinic, finishing up their 2015 season with sno-balls, hot dogs and high-fives!

Cary is more interested in his frozen treat. Of course.

The boys loved playing on a team with their friends Antony and Marcus. And they made lots of new friends too!

Go Purple Dragons!!

Hooray for baseball! And hooray especially for Dads who just jump right in to help out when needed.

Soccer cuteness/hilarity

The boys started a soccer clinic for 3-year-olds last night! Hilarity!

They had their shin guards, their water bottles, their athletic shorts and sneakers and they were so excited. Seriously, they've been asking every day for a week, "Is it soccer day yet?"

At the soccer season's opening event - a pancake breakfast for families - Lester agreed to be the coach of the boys' team, when the league administrators begged mentioned that they needed a few more parents to come forward and take on the task. This was hysterical to me because Lester has never played soccer and knows nothing about it. But the admins assured him that really, with 3-year-olds, no knowledge is necessary. "Patience," they told him, "is really all you need."

Last night, we witnessed the truth of that. Lester did a truly wonderful job, truly, I was impressed! But wrangling eight keyed-up 3-year-olds on an open field? Not a job for the faint of heart.

Four adults to 7 children? Yeah, that's about right.

Look how coach-like my sweetie looks!

 My friend Stacey and I sat on the sidelines (Hugo is on the same team!) and it was great to get a chance to just sit and do nothing, on a beautiful fall evening, while the kids were being entertained. At first, Clair kept running onto the field, desperate to be a part of whatever her brothers are doing at all times. But once I gave in and let her play with my iPhone (judgers, shut it up!) she was content to sit on my lap and swipe and poke away. Note to self: Don't EVER forget phone.

Hey Dean, this is soccer, not football.

All Cary and Dean really wanted to do was take water breaks.

There's Hugo! And Dean, running AWAY from the action.

Mostly, though, it was super cute watching the kids run and do "drills," and try their hardest to listen.

This is going to be a super-fun fall, watching them "play games" every Saturday and practice every Tuesday from now to November. Can't wait to witness all the hilarity!

Sidenote: The other father in the gray shirt,Francis? He played soccer all his life, including in college, and has two professional-soccer-playing brothers. He also has twins, a girl and a boy who were in the boys' class last year, Miles and Isla. Best thing my super-smart hubby did yesterday: Asked Francis to be his assistant coach! Ch-ching!