Crazy

Dear Liam,
It's almost time to sign you up for baseball! Real baseball! Well, it's coach pitch, and kids use a tee if they can't hit it after a certain number of pitches... but for the most part, it's real baseball. Crazy! How can you possibly be five years old, and ready for this?! I can't wait. You are going to kick butt! Practices will start at the beginning of April. I have a feeling that you are going to LOVE it. I can't imagine that you wouldn't! We will have to get you cleats and white baseball pants. You are going to be so freaking adorable.

I hope that you're able to play and remember that it's a game, and not get mad at the kids who don't know the rules as well as you do. I also hope that you're both a gracious winner and loser. Right now, when we play games at home, if you don't win, it is NOT pretty. Even if you start to "lose" in the middle of a game, watch out. The whining... oh my goodness... the whining. And the drama. It's just too much. You want to play Sorry or Uno or checkers almost every night, and while I love to play games with you and I love that you're not watching a TV show, man... sometimes your behavior makes me NOT want to play games. You just get so worked up, and then it's hard to get you to calm down to go to sleep. I know that it's a phase, and that you just need to learn that you won't win every single time, but for right now, well, it's just no fun at all.

I love you, sweet boy.
Love,
Mommy