Hit Ball

Last night, Gavin and I were restless playing in the house. It was hot and stuffy as our air conditioner quit working. Even tho it was later than we would normally go outside to play, I asked Gavin if he would like to go out anyway. Of course he jumped up and down, clapped his hands, and yelled YES! So we donned our flip flops and headed outside.

Now the important task laid ahead. What do we do outside? Swing? Sidewalk chalk? Ride your bike? None of my suggestions interested him. I asked him for an idea. After tapping his forehead a few times and saying, "Think, think, think.", he came up with an idea: "I know, Mommy! Lets play Hit Ball!!"

So hit ball it was. In case that's not clear, that means baseball. Daddy had a hard time figuring out hit ball as well. We started out with Mommy pitching to Gavin. It went well. For an almost 4 year old boy, he can connect with that ball! I learned quickly that even tho its a soft little baseball, it hurts when it hits you in the face. So we switched from Mommy pitching, to using his T-Ball set. Much easier on Mommy's face.

We played outside much later than we should have, but we were having such a good time. It was probably 10 degrees cooler outside than in our house, so that was a big plus. Finally I noticed the sky was looking dark and threatening a storm. We wrapped up our game of hit ball for the night. We carried all of our equipment into the garage, Gavin chattering all the while. As we make our way back inside, Gavin says, "Mommy, can I ask you a question?". I told him of course he could, and he said, "You are my favorite Mommy. And you play hit ball good too." What a wonderful compliment; makes me thankful for hot, steamy houses, and late-night games of hit ball.