Sports Involving Twacking Things with Sticks

Q’s favorite activities in his toddler sports class? Hockey and T-ball, of course. What could be better than a sanctioned opportunity to play with stick-like objects?

I took him to class last Friday, since we’d formulated some complicated childcare plans to cover the dance concert week. SwingDaddy and I each took two mornings off work, Nanny J came for the afternoon and evening, and Madame A, Titanium Guy, and my ever helpful parents covered the late evenings. Whew. Four nights in a row was a little challenging, but it came together successfully.

Anyway, back to sports class. Q has really picked up skills since I last took him to an organized exercise group. I used to move his arms and legs as the instructor called out steps, but in the last few weeks, he’s learned the ropes.

Reach for your toes.

Stretch up high.

Proud mama.

Thanks, Dad, for taking the photos!

In a completely unrelated note, I was listening to old Police albums in preparation for going to see the band later this month, and I remembered hearing a college acapella group singing "King of Pain" long ago. I’m generally fond of acapella music, but it was ironic to hear a tune about loneliness and solitary despair performed in 16-voice, 4-part harmony. I’m looking forward to seeing the original version live.