Another win!

Another night of awesome baseball! (Yes, that is three nights in a row.) Caleb was the second boy up to bat, and went through his typical routine of swinging two strikes, letting a couple balls go by, and then just when we're feeling that I-hope-he-doesn't-strike-out nervousness, he whallops the ball over the pitcher's mound..over second base...into center field for a double. Once he reaches his base, he looks up into the stands and gives us that darling grin of his. He's really something.

His second time up to bat, he waited for a full count (does he do that on purpose?) and then whacked it between the short-stop and third basemen, who both went after the ball and ran into each other. Caleb made it safely to second.

He got to try his hand at pitching for a bit, and while I wouldn't say it's his forte, he did a respectable job. He also played 2nd base, 1st base, and the outfield. He usually gets put in the outfield because he's about the only boy who can throw it from there all the way to home plate--accurately.

I was sitting in the stands next to a mom from the other team. She told me their team hasn't won any games yet this season. My heart hurt for those discouraged little boys, and I even prayed that they might win this game, but God knew I didn't really mean it. We won 11-7.