Day Eleven . . .

Sammy has continued to heal over the last few days.  We are starting to get back into our regular routine as well.  Today we went to swim lessons, where Sammy was promoted to the next level, and we also had T-Ball practice.

T-Ball practice was pretty hilarious today.  When we first got there, I notified Sammy's coaches that he had surgery last Monday, and that he was still taking Hydrocodone for pain.  In other words, expect some loopiness.  Both of his coaches laughed, and were willing to cut him some slack during practice.

Thank goodness, as apparently Sammy thinks T-Ball practice is actually football practice in disguise . . . while fielding balls in the outfield, Sammy got upset that a teammate had fielded the ball instead of him.  He actually tackled his teammate!  Are you kidding me?

Then, Sammy went up to bat.  He hit the ball, and then ran to get his own ball.  Forget about running to first base, my child wants to do both jobs!  One of the other moms laughed and said, "Wow, it takes a special person to play both infield and outfield at the same time!"  At the same time, I thought, "Wow, it takes a special person not to punch out the other T-Ball mom making fun of my child . . . "

But I didn't.  I smiled, laughed, and said, "Yes, it's a good thing Clayton (her child) likes picking flowers in the field so much!  Otherwise, he might have some real competition!" 

Oooooopppppps . . . let the T-Ball Moms wars begin . . .