Mid-Season T-Ball

My six-year-old son, Sweet Potato, is continuing his contract with the Super T-Ball team known as The Poisonous Lizards.  My husband, Mr. Baseball, is enjoying his role as a baseball dad and coach's assistant.  Progress is evident in all areas, most notably with putting his mitt on the right hand 75% of the time.  Now that is an IEP goal in the making, note to self.  But enough of the OT jargon.

Sweet Potato is learning baseball terminology.  He knows that there are bases, however, when his coach told him to stand by the bag, he couldn't find an actual bag so he sat down instead.  His coach instructed him, "SP, play second base,"  SP hustled out to the base, looking ready.  He literally stood upon the bag, with both feet.  This was impressive because he was not sitting or twirling, however, the kiddo running from first to second had trouble finding the bag.  He didn't know what to do and skidded to a stop a few feet away from the base and looked puzzled.   SP was sent to another position.

When it was SP's turn to bat, he is becoming more adept at hitting the ball.  He rounded first, skipped second and headed to third.  "Touch the base!" commanded the coach.  SP ran back and leaned over and tapped the base using his hand instead of his foot. The next player made a hit.  "Run home!"  urged the coach.

"Which one?"  Asked SP.  "My real home o 'that' home.  It was a cute literal language issue, but also some wishful thinking for Sweet Potato.

At his most recent game, there was minimal laughter in response to Sweet Potato's actions.  He is learning patience and sometimes following the coach's directives.  One player's grandmother was impressed with the amount of patience and progress he has demonstrated.

Sweet Potato will continue with the Poisonous Lizards until the end of the month, then he will become a free agent.