Well, last week Roman began his first week of baseball lessons (lessons isn't the best word for it, but I can't really think of another one that fits!)! It is basically a class for 3-year-olds that teaches them all the basics of the game in 3-year-old terms (such as, "make your hands like an alligator to catch the ball!"). He hasn't been in many of these sorts of settings where he has to follow directions from people other than family (he just started a one-morning-a-week preschool co-op, at which he is equally hesitant), so understanding and following through on what the coach directed proved to be a little bit difficult, but he had fun none the less!
At one point the coach did an exercise where each kids was supposed to individually chase him around the bases and grab a flag that was hanging from his pocket. When R-Man was called to homeplate he proceeded to tell the coach that he had white teeth and white and blue shoes (his recent fascinations and opening lines when he meets anyone new!)- it was hilarious! The coach had no clue what he was talking about but my mom (Nana to R-man) and I got a good kick out of it!
This week should be better as they are splitting the class into two groups- those closer to 4 who have taken sports classes before, and those who just turned 3 and are essentially clueless about what is going on! R-Man is in the latter! That's okay though- it is a chance for him to learn, oh and provide some good, mid-week comedic-reflief for me!
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