Yesterday Ty put his whole heart into his debut baseball game. On the ride over to the ball field, he kept telling me, "I'm gonna slam it, mom!" Of course, me being the emotional and protective mom that I am did NOT want him to be disappointed when or if he never hit the ball. So I gave him the whole justtryyourbestandhavefunbutsometimeswestrikeoutandthat'sok talk.

He listened to my pep talk and humored me, and then said, "I'm gonna whack it!" I sure hoped so.

I don't know what was more fun - seeing how excited Ty was about the big game or watching Reas sprint from the parking lot all the way to the field in order to get there in time for the first pitch of the season. He's the epitome of a proud dad. I think we've got a long baseball career ahead of us. And I'm now officially a baseball mom...good thing I've got a minivan.

I'm happy to report that Ty slammed it indeed. He went 3 for 3 at the plate, scored 3 times, and had an RBI. I know it's only a matter of time before we're all humbled, but for now our kid's batting 1000!

Way to go #7!