Ev had his first actual coach pitch practice yesterday. Saturday's got rained out, so last night he finally got to meet his coach and teammates, get the schedule, and run some drills. He's one of the smaller kids on the team, which I didn't really expect, since he falls right in the middle of the pack among his kindergarten classmates. But coach pitch is for ages 6 to 8, so I guess I shouldn't have been that surprised. His skills are right on though--he did very well with catching and hitting, and throwing just needs a bit more control. Any pointers, Jerry?
Evan has also expressed interest in taking swim lessons again. He did that during class when he was in preschool, and once a week in the second quarter in kindergarten, but we haven't done any extracurricular lessons at all. I think this will be good for him, so I'm going to see what we can get set up for the summer. Our previous summers have been filled with school and TSS outings and therapy, so this year is going to be a real change for us. We're going to have to find some fun and different things to keep us busy.
A month from today, Grady will be two years old. I mentioned this to Mike over the weekend, and big-ears Evan pipes up, "and I'm almost 7!". Which is not really true, but just him saying it was enough to give me the willies. Man, your kids have a way of making you feel awfully old sometimes.
Grady's talking in sentences now, which is great. It happened so gradually that I almost didn't catch it. But suddenly one word became two and two became three, and now he gets on a roll and just won't stop. He pretends to count and sings "Happy to you!" when he sees a birthday cake. Grady started calling Evan by name recently too, which allows G to annoy Ev constantly, following him around the house repeating "Ewan!" over and over and over. I can see the dynamic between them shifting.
G is growing up. He wants one of whatever Evan has, and he wants to do what Evan does. He runs and jumps and doesn't want to hold hands anymore. He wants to do the slide all by himself. He is losing his baby ways quickly now--he doesn't even sleep with his little butt up in the air anymore. I guess this is something I need to get used to, because it's only going to continue.
