sports stuff

Jack and I played baseball in the backyard today. It's basically just pitching and hitting, but he sets up little bases which he runs after a big hit (or runs in the vicinity of if I field the ball and am chasing him; "we only have to run PAST third base," he explains). It occurred to me today that since he starts organized T-ball next month, I'm going to need to work on fielding, throwing, catching, all that stuff. A little more work than just hitting pitches. As I put him to bed, him grasping that he'd be playing the field and stuff, he said, "What if I get hit in the eye with the ball?" I said, well, it would hurt. But you'll be OK, and then afterward you'll get ice cream. Plus, I've never actually seen anyone get hit in the eye in T-ball, so you should be OK.

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Took Jack bike riding today. Have realized he needs to learn without training wheels. So we went to the playground and an empty basketball court, and he rode around with training wheels...with the wheels raised some....with only ONE training wheel....and finally without them, but with me holding the handlebars and running around with him, or his arm, or the seat. I couldn't quite bring myself to let go today, because he absolutely would have gone sprawling, and I guess I wasn't ready for it. Wanted it to be positive and all. Anyway, next week we'll go again, and hopefully he won't get skinned up too badly when I let the bike go. He seemed nervous but happy about the whole thing, so that's something.

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Finished the day throwing around a Nerf football in the backyard, one I bought yesterday and introduced today. Took me back to playing it with my Dad, years and years ago. I would swear we played all through middle school and high school, and went through a dozen or more Nerf footballs. That's my memory anyway. I thought of it the whole time I threw it around with Jack, and after.