One season of tball officially under his belt. He had some nice hits, mostly straight to the pitchers mound, two solid hits past the pitchers mound. A few times missing the ball and swinging himself completely around. He swings like he means it.

 
He runs the bases like someone is chasing him, mostly looking backwards the whole time.

Lots of goofing around with the other boys. Flipping each others hats off, tackling each other for the ball, playing in the dirt, and climbing the fence in the dugout. 

Not to be forgotten are all of his conversations with us from the out field. “Hi daddy”, “Hi nana”, “Hi grandma”, “Is papa here yet?” “Can I go to papas after this?” “The sun is in my eyes” “When is this game gonna be over?” and my favorite, “Am I doing a good job mama?" as the ball rolled between his legs.

And this little guy was there at every game to cheer his brother on.  Yelling “safe!”, and calling to him through the fence “bubba, bubbaaaaa”. Then promptly taking Samons hat and glove when the game was over and wearing them both the whole way home.