Depressed? Try getting a uniform!

At his last t-ball practice, Eli got his official uniform! He had changed into it before I even got Ivy's seatbelt on in the car to drive home. It's a smidgen big, as you can see, but that just means I don't have to buy a new one for at least 3 years! We got home, had a careful dinner and then it was time to go to bed. He changed into his p.j.'s, but when Adam got home, he had them ripped off in seconds, and put the entire uniform back on to show his dad. (The jersey even has "Eli" written on the back - how cool is that!) Of course, then we had to let him sleep in them that night. Two long days later, he had his very first ever t-ball game. It was at 11:00, which was torturingly late in the day, and he was dressed and ready to go and trying to put Ivy in her carseat at 10:15. (If any of you have ever seen me try to get Eli out the door, you'll understand the significance of this!) When we got to the field, I watched him walking out to his team with his bat over his shoulder and got a bit misty-eyed! He got to play 3rd baseman...
And then, when it was his team's turn to hit, we were so proud when he hit the ball at the first pitch thrown to him - two rounds in a row!! What a slugger. My All-American boy!!