Casey's playing baseball this spring.
We really like the coach (he's a neighbor and a good friend).
And Casey seems to be having fun.
I missed the first game-- because the real first game was rained out and then his next game was on a school day. Luckily my parents were in town, and they showed up to cheer for him. He connected with the ball and got on base.
And he repeated the performance on Saturday when I was at the game, too. I'm particularly impressed by this because he's been batting right-handed, but he's really left-handed. It reminds me of that scene from Princess Bride where Indigo thinks he's playing a great trick on Wesley by sword-fighting left-handed, only to reveal that he is really right-handed. And then Wesley, who is also sword-fighting left-handed, also reveals that he, too, is really right-handed. In my mind, one of these days Casey will shout out, amused, "Aha! I am good at hitting. But this is not my best. Because I am really left-handed!" And he'll switch-hit.
Ah, pipe dreams.
Now if we could just get him to stand without locking his arms behind his back so he could actually catch some balls!
Did I mention we've begun work on our retaining wall?