May 6, 2006 - Saturday
I think Harry's getting it: he can tie his own cleat laces in a bow! Velcro straps are so common now for kids, so he's really been working on this over the last couple of weeks since TBall started. He first insisted on starting to tie his cleats himself (i.e., doing this first cross than having mommy or my do the bow), but this morning he pretty much did it all by himself!

It was kindergarten when I learned to tie my shoes, too. The classroom at my 4-Acres Kindergarten had a chart on the wall of who could a) tell time, and b) tie their own shoes. I knew how to tell time going into kindergarten and Harry might have that ability now, too, although he needs a little help. I don't recall whether it was the fall or spring of my kindergarten year, probably spring, but I remember lying on my parents bed with untied shoes. They were outside raking or something and wanted to go out, too, and was working the laces. All of a sudden I had done it and I remember thinking, "now how did I do that?" I did it again successfully before running outside with the news.

This was also a great game for Harry. He got to play "pitcher" (no one pitches in T-Ball, but the pitcher gets to field a high percentage of balls) one inning and made three consecutive outs by catching the ball and running to home before the player coming in from third. He seemed to know just what to do and was very proud of his fielding.

I thought it was very exciting, too, and was cheering about it from the sidelines, but apparently a little too much. A couple of the mothers made a joke about me being "one of those sports parents." It was good natured, but I guess I take the point. On the other hand, I think there's a big difference between cheering, that I was doing, and arguing with coaches and umpires. It's the latter that causes the bad reputations among sports parents.


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