a boy and tball

This is Austin's first year of t-ball. 

T-ball. 

It's a right of passage. 

Passing from a little boy.

Into a boy whose old enough to be trusted with a bat in his hand. 

The best thing I can say to that is, "Heads up, ya'll.  Austin's got a bat."  

My little boy is growing up.

Super Austin:

I would say, she is his biggest cheerleader, but I'm not sure she even gave the game one bit of her attention.

 I think Justus loves that Austin is playing ball more than anyone else.  Austin does some things as a righty and others a lefty, so Justus started encouraging him to hit left handed.  Already, he's putting him in the best position possible for his major league career.   

I had to laugh when the coach requested that the parents go out on the field with their kids.  That's a polite way of saying, "Please, people.  Control your kids!"  With faces like this one:

I certainly have no clue what he's talking about.  .

Looks like we left out a few keys when we were explaining the game.  Oh well, there's always next time.