The rain has come. The heavens have opened, and the water sprinkles out on this dry land. Apparently there's supposed to be a storm tomorrow. Too much rain all at once for these dry lands. Us So Cal people are exceedingly blessed for the weather we enjoy. At lunch time, I just sit in my warm oven of a car and soak in the rays of sun. Not wanting to move, I cuddle up the seat and feel the life of the light heating me up nice and cozy. This is our winter. 69 degree warm lunch powwows. "It's cold", I say, as I layer my jacket with my leggings in boots in weather that hardly dips below 60. Wimp, I know it. That's what happens when you are So Cal born and bred.
My son started baseball. His little league is called, "Miteball". It's for the littlest of the littles. Because of this weather that is oh so frightful for So Cal, his big opening day has been canceled this weekend. I am curious with anticipation for what this storm might bright. Lord only knows, we could use it. Well, we don't need flood worthy waters.
Caleb's first practice was on Tuesday. Spencer took him to his first practice and I met them there after work. Most of the time, I was laughing at these little "mites" running around all over the place. We would yell, "Run to first base Caleb!" only to see him running after the ball in the middle of the field instead. All the little tykes ran all over the place with no organization. It wasn't outright mayhem, but it was pretty darn funny and certainly not a surprise to anyone. Some kids had the expected dinner hour meltdowns. My kid grew more sensitive about life by the minute. He was over the baseball after 45 minutes, and wanted to play on the play structure or eat. So, he and his dad left to get dinner, and I went to the store.
During the kid's warm up time, Caleb was the most eager and most vocal participant. He was pretty self assured in his personal ability to try and lead jumping jacks. And he thought the coach was a silly man for suggesting that they stretch their arms and reach out to touch the sky. When the coach prompted this stretch, Caleb guffawed at him saying, "You CAN'T touch the sky! It's WAY too high!" As I mentioned before though, towards the end of practice, Caleb was over it and ready to go.
While Caleb is young, I think this will be a good experience for all of us. I am forced to embrace sports, which for the first time in my life ever, has come very easily now that I am a baseball mom. Caleb has to learn to stick to this task and be apart of a team, while learning a great new game. I think that while it takes a lot of work to be involved in something like this, it will also be a lot of fun. Plus, I am the team's media mom. I need to capture some good team moments throughout the season to create the yearbook page for them. So here's to our first practice in Caleb's first sport!
First Practice Baseball Photos:
(And by the way, my child looks so old in these photos. Oye.)