Little League Blues

My husband is a baseball FANATIC! (seriously). He felt like it was really important to put our boys in baseball because this is when most kids start. I was reluctant because the whole swimming lesson fiasco was still very fresh in my mind. I did tell him we could give it a try. Last week was horrible ~ he took both

boys himself AND assistant coached. So this week I went with them to try to keep Parker involved, and he was supposed to help with Apollo. He ended up coaching one of the skills stations, so I got to "involve" Parker and Apollo. It was a disaster! Parker was very fearful of all the other kids, and Apollo was mad every time another child had a ball in their hand that he thought he should have. UGH!!! I tried to keep the boys integrated with the practice. The only time they did get involved was when they played catch, catch, homerun (duck, duck, goose). The boys loved it and it was really cute to watch them play with all the other kids. It's also very apparent how delayed my children's development is compared to the other kids. It hurts. I know they have issues, but it never glares at me like it does when I see other kids their age or even a bit younger listening, following directions, playing well with others, catching and throwing. If families get a special needs child, they usually get one. I have at least THREE! I know I have them for my growth and because no one else could handle parenting them, but THREE???

On a positive note, the kids got to pick their team name. Parker wanted to be Team Max, Apollo wanted to be Apollo Woodhouse. All the kids got to put their idea for a team name in a hat to be selected. And the team name is.........Chocolate Thunder!!! (google that for funny images)