Thursday, April 10, 2008

Softball

Softball is a fact of life in the Moothart clan. All four siblings played on teams growing up, and a holiday barbecue isn't complete without gloves, balls, and bats. The Palmers, on the other hand, played "Palmerball". We used Whiffle balls and bats, got at least four strikes each, and fielded for Dad if we didn't happen to be on base at the time. It was great fun, but it bears little resemblance to serious softball. And the Mootharts play serious softball. They'd probably tell you it was just for fun softball, but let me tell you, when someone talks about "squaring up to the plate", throws a softball hard enough to make your hand sting (inside the glove!) and can use the bat to send the ball sailing in whichever direction he feels like? That, my friends, counts as serious softball. I'll just let you imagine the embarrassment of my first holiday barbecue with the Mootharts.

In any case, it was only a matter of time before the indoctrination began. See what Jonathan got for his third birthday?




But it is a Whiffle bat, with whiffle balls, so I'm ok with it.



I just try not to think about the logistics of shuttling lots of children around to lots of softball practices.



Besides, how could I possibly object to this kid of sweetness??

5 comments:

Amber said...

That last picture is so cute! I do think you're in for it though. :-) After reading Dy's blog of late I'm rather glad that sports is not in either of our families. Not that it won't happen... but it does seem at least a little less likely. There's still Boy Scouts, however... *grin*

Emily (Laundry and Lullabies) said...

Well, Amber, I think I'll take sports over maniacal boy scouts. :)

Possum said...

Can he hit it on his own, yet? Awesome little kid.

Amber said...

Yeah, no kidding. Thankfully Matt is not so enamored with it that it is going to be a childhood requirement for Gregory and any future boy(s). And we are definitely not doing the Eagle Scout-Driver's License thing!

Dy said...

OK, like i have any room to say this in light of our baseball schedule, but Sign Me UP!! ...for Palmerball. That sounds like a hoot!

And that cuteness? It doesn't go away. Ever. We do the strangest things for that utter cuteness. :-)

Dy