The Boys of Summer... or, in this case, the Boys of Fall Ball

George is playing Little League Fall Ball. Granted, it's T-Ball - but it's Little League, and he's picking up some pretty good skills. My lefty is, however, throwing with his right hand, so we are working on learning to catch with the left. He's getting better - he made the last "out" in yesterday's "game." And yes, those words are in quotes on purpose - the fall season started with enough kids to field two teams... we are down to one team on the field with one of the parents helping out, and one kid batting at a time.

So it's more or less glorified batting practice, with some running after the ball in the infield.

It is amazing watching G out there with two of his best friends. Their moms and I were all pregnant at the same time, the boys are growing up together, and it is just fun watching them play.

George is in the yellow shirt.

There is so little baby left in him, it breaks my heart in that bittersweet way. But he is turning into such a cool, funny little boy that it is exciting watching him grow up.

He'll pick up playing again in the spring, once this fall season ends in a few weeks. It will still be t-ball for another year or so, then coach pitch, then my little man will be in official Little League. 

And for some reason, this song got stuck in my head yesterday watching the kids scramble around for the ball when it was thrown to them, and it seems to sum up Fall T-Ball nicely.

Kenny Rogers - The Greatest