Spring Training

Well, after being officially awarded the title of "Soccer Mom" a year and a half ago, I can now say I am a "Baseball Mom". And I don't even have a mini van. (Not that I'm proud of that). I know that I've stepped into a whole new world now and I'm in for quite an awakening. (I read other moms' blogs and I've been sufficiently warned). But for someone who loves being outside and enjoys warmer spring days, I have no complaints. Yet. I have to say though, a field full of kindergartners with dirt-smeared faces and too-big caps over eyes, trying their hardest to hit a ball off a T with very little coordination, is one of the cutest things I've ever seen.