Just a Fluke

So, Love Bug’s terrific first baseball practice was either a fluke or him exhibiting his best behavior. We’ve had two practices since then and one ended with him screaming in my face while other embarrassed parents looked on. Not my favorite evening, to say the least. This past Saturday, I was tasked with helping at one of the practice stations. Love Bug did the practice once and then lost interest. I didn’t really follow him as he moved to the other stations, but he did come back to be several times, asking to go sit with his sister. Mostly, I just encourage him to stay with his teammates as much as possible. Thus far, besides the yelling, nothing too extreme has happened. He might find practice less tedious when they are able to go outside, which they plan to do this evening. Love Bug does like his coach and he will often times be found standing and holding her hand. He seems impervious to his teammates, not really getting involved in them or what they are doing. Except for one kid who must have an older sibling who practices when Chica Marie practices. They play together when they are not at practice. I tried practicing with Love Bug at the park but he was too distracted by the playground to participate. This will be an interesting season!