(l) Meeting his teammates and trying Big League Chew for the first time. He sucked on it like spaghetti. (I swear the smell of that gum took me right back to my Little League days!)
(r) Getting instruction from Coach Andy, who has to be the best t-ball coach ever.
Owen has had two practices now. He was pretty overwhelmed and acted like Eeyore all through the first one, but he was still itching to get back out there and had a much better time last night. And I'm doing my best to figure out how to dress him more like an athlete. The too small t-shirt and white bobby socks with black cleats up there just isn't cutting it.
Big things about to happen for our house's curb appeal! The work starts next Monday, so I'll keep you posted.