It's that time of year, folks. The weather turns nice, the birds start chirping and my little family can't help but have a spring in our step as we head out to the ball fields for practices and games on what seems like more days than not. Honey was a pretty fine (yes, in multiple senses of the word) baseball player back in the day (he did play in college after all), and while he has spent the last two seasons on the field coaching four, five and six year olds, I have sat in the bleachers, content with being nothing more than a proud mama. YEAH RIGHT! In between chasing Cookie out of the dug out, off the field and out from under the bleachers, I offered him an endless supply of snacks, juice and lollis in an effort to bribe him to sit still so that I could soak up every single second of the PCP on the field, while observing the goings and doings of the team mom in an attempt to learn the ropes. WHEW! Coming into our third season, I finally felt educated enough to throw my name in the team mom hat, and was beyond excited when Honey let me know that not only did I score the job, but I get to share the honor with new friend M!!!
So while M has handled the bulk of our responsibilities to date (read: everything), I just completed my first task - name tags for the dug out. We clip these laminated cuties on the fence over the bench so that all the littles know exactly where to sit to stay in the the designated batting order.