Mommy needs a ball glove

I took Son1 to baseball practice this morning and spent the two hours hanging out in the sunshine, drinking some coffee and knitting the gusset (again!) on Son2's sock. We got home in time for dear husband to run an errand and then take Son2 to T-ball practice (just an hour for these kids). After they left, Son1 and I eventually found ourselves outside in the front yard playing catch, not too far apart, in a nod to my beginner status. I got a bit more comfortable and asked him to start throwing to me overhand. We played catch for 15 minutes, I think!

And Mommy needs a ball glove. I had to stop because my hands were hurting. Arrgh. It was fun, though!