He's not the best player on the team, but he's definitely coming along. At least now he's watching the ball instead of conversing with the crowd. He's onto the first "real" league, where you actually play a game with rules and all. Although there's a little more pressure, there's a lot more action too. Meaning that games aren't total torture / comical to watch. This momma could really get into a game, if only the two year old was just as interested.
We're looking forward to a much more laid back Fall ball schedule, which is only one practice and one game a week, as opposed to the four nights a week we juggled early in the summer. That's a good thing, because we'll have homework, you know. Oh, and the two year old.