Last year we participated in a preschool teeball clinic one afternoon a week through the YMCA. This year, we are on a real team...full of 15 four year olds. Today was our first practice. I was reminded of all the reasons I love preschool team sports!
This was a snapshot taken randomly during practice. Despite the fact that there were 6 parents on the field, we had a lot of playing in the dirt and spotting airplanes in the sky overhead. Until a ball was hit...then an entire pack would race off to get it (and wind up wrestling on the ground.)
K is one of only 2 girls on the team of 15. When I found out it was barely coed, I asked her if she still wanted to play she replied emphatically, "YES! I like it that way!"
(I think the tongue out helps her run faster.)
The moment that made my week happened when R was running the bases. P, who was supposed to be in the outfield practicing with ground balls, enthusiastically cheered on his brother as he ran. He was literally jumping up and down with a huge grin screaming, "GO R! Go R! Go R!" It was truly precious!
Almost as endearing as this morning when, over breakfast, R said, "Mama, when I am a Daddy, I am going to come back here to this house and wash the dishes for you sometimes."
"Wow, R!," I replied. 'That would make Mom's heart so happy."
Not to be outdone P added, "And I will come be your deejay!"