If you follow me on Instagram, then you know that Saturday was Opening Day for baseball here in our little town. My husband has been in heaven the last few weeks as he takes Cohen to practice. Baseball was his sport, but since it was the same season as Track during high school, he had to choose and he went with Track. Though he won't admit it, I think it broke his heart to have to quit baseball. However now that he has a son, he can enjoy the sports as a coach and dad this time around!
I don't know if it's the nice weather or what, but in the last month something has just clicked in Cohen. During his last basketball game he actually got into it and scored two baskets -- it was like he realized that he really loved playing all of a sudden. But now that we have jumped right into baseball, the kid is doing absolutely amazing. Cohen is patient (I know, I just used patient and Cohen in the same sentence), listens really well to his coaches and actually gets into the game. He was showing me how he steps through to throw the ball and kept telling me that he had to remember to keep his eye on the ball. We really lucked out and got some awesome coaches again too. I was so proud of him Saturday that I could cry just thinking about it. He is one of the best hitters on his team and actually was watching while in the outfield (unlike 3/4 of his team) and caught a ball to throw to second base. I'm excited for this season and can't wait to see how he grows over the next two months!
But the 8 am games I'm not too thrilled about...
This one even enjoyed the sunshine and warm weather. She was quite content sitting on a blanket with me for the majority of the game.
And then there's Lola, who really got into the game, yelling for her brother. But this was after she ate every single snack I brought for her.
Here's to a great season!