T-Ball time!

Well, Mark is old enough for T-Ball now, and so we’re getting started on that.  It’s a little bit stressful for him, because we didn’t really prepare him for it mentally, or physically.   We didn’t even get him any books on the subject for us to read to him–which is the standard procedure.  We did get him a glove last year at the Sports Shop, and the J6 crew got him some size 12T baseball cleats.

On Monday, we told him we were going to start playing T-ball and we started working on throwing and catching, then on Wednesday we went to our first practice where he practiced some fielding and then some batting.

He was terrified of the batting, so that night we went and bought our own little practice T-Ball set so we could work on those skills.  He liked the running to first base, but didn’t know where to find the base all the time and he definitely didn’t want to mess up and run to the wrong base.  As soon as we got into the car after the first practice, we told him we had the first game on Saturday and he opened his mouth really wide and let out a big cry.  He’d thought that T-ball was over and he wouldn’t have to do it again, then he found out we had a game on Saturday.  It was tough for him.

davis-3-iC On Saturday, he cried the whole way to the ball field and Holly was not sure that T-ball was what we needed to be doing.  I explained that he’s at just the right age to learn T-ball and that later on it’d be too late because his peer group would already know how to catch, throw, and bat by then.

Photo by Steve Vick: CLICK HERE!! then click on T-ball for more of his pictures.

Many of these pictures are great, and I’m going to buy a few of Mark Daniel when I get some time.  When these photos were taken, the T-ball teams didn’t have their uniforms yet, plus it was cold, so many of the kids were all bundled up in their fleece.  (He’s on the Reds, so they have Red baseball t-shirts, and red hats with C’s on them.)

When he got up to bat the first time, he just held the bat and descended into a puddle of tears, holding the bat and looking at all the fielders watching him.  Parents in the crowd, were cheering him on, “Come on Marky, You can do it.”  I went out there and picked him up and carried him back to the dug-out.

We had a long talk about stress and doing what you’re supposed to, even when it’s scary.  It was a tough talk.  I talked about wrestling, and about teaching my first year.  Then I told him, I’d go up there and be with him when he bats next time. 

So when it was his turn to bat the next time, it looked  like he was doing great, but he didn’t want to swing.  So I went up to him and asked him how he was doing, and he was just about to cry again.  He said, “I don’t know where first base is.  Where is it?”

I pointed over to it, and then he was fine.  He hit the ball to third base, and made it to third, since they over threw first.  They only played two innings, since each kid gets to bat each inning.

When we got out to the car, Mark was all happy because he’d finished T-ball.  Bummer.  We had to explain to him that this was just the first of six weeks of Saturday morning games.

When he hear that, his eyes teared up, he opened his mouth for a the mother of all breaths.  Holly and I held our ears.  Then he let loose again.

Sometimes, that’s how it goes, I suppose.

VBS was a blast!

I did the summary “Spotlight Drama!” slide show at the end of each day of Vacation Bible School (VBS) and had a real blast with the kids and watching them learn new songs and hear about the salvation message.  My job was to take about 20 pictures per day of various things.  These kids were supposed to look frightened.  Instead of making the slides in Power Point, which doesn’t automatically resize images, I did the slide shows with a proprietary little program that was very easy to use.


We had two wonderful kids on their first Mission trip come to help out with VBS and stay at our house for the week in our extra room: Katie & Alex.  They were great, and we decided to get a foreign exchange student to stay in our extra room for the next year.  Holly wants someone who speaks Spanish, loves little kids (we have three boys), and is nice.  I want someone that is intelligent and not too focused on superficial things.

J6 came stopped in for a visit!

My oldest brother Jack is married to Jennifer and they have four kids: John, Joy, Joanna, and Jessica. So they are known as the J6 family.  Although I don’t think I actually ever say ‘family’ after I say J6.  They weren’t always J6.  For a while they were Jack and Jennifer, then they were J3, then J4… you get the idea.

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They rolled into town late Thursday night cheerful but tired in a caravan of three vehicles headed to Sitka so Jack can work at Edgecumbe this next year as the new Math/Science teacher.  IMG_5790Inside their newly acquired big diesel 26′ moving van was virtually all their household goods driven by Jack.  Next was the ‘Crayola’ (a toyota Corolla) packed with people and driven by Jennifer’s father, Chuck.  Jennifer drove the Suburban.  All three vehicles were packed to the gills. 

Since my driveway is fairly short, Jim Green and family offered to store the van at their place for the summer.  This truck is the largest size that U-haul rents.  The reason they were selling it is that it’s a diesel, it’s stick shift, and it’s so large.  This type of moving van is usually rented primarily for cross country trips.

IMG_5853 cropped We have a surfeit of John’s in the family.  Here are three of them.  My brother Jack is John W. Davis Jr., then we have John Caleb (my third son), and then we have John Charles Davis (Jack’s oldest).  John Charles and John Caleb actually share the same birthday: November 13, but they are not the same age (they both have charming smiles: it helps to have an infants mother behind the camera smiling and laughing.).  Other folks named ‘John’ in the family are Holly’s brother John M. Plucker, my father John W. Davis Sr. and his mother Johnny Davis.

IMG_5807 We had a couple of action filled days. We went out to the beach at Battery Point where we met up with Hunter Badgley working on the trail with Paul Swift.  John carried Luke in the backpack and had a personal best time out to the trail head.  I forget what the time was, but they beat me by a fair margin.

We all went to the story hour time and got to see Holly in action.  Joy, Joanna, and Jessica all got involved reading books and IMG_5778collecting prizes, right off the bat and had a great time.  I think Holly does a GREAT job with the summer reading program and I think I’m fairly objective too.

While Joy and I went to the painting class, the rest of the family went to the swimming pool to get wet.

And we also went out on a sailing trip with Bob and Margaret where everyone got to do a little bit of what they wanted to do: IMG_6680Jennifer got some sleep up in the V-berth, I got to shoot some more with Jack’s virtually new Canon 40D, John Charles got to man the wheel, Bob got to show off his boat, the kids got to play games and make up stories, and Holly and Margaret got to spend some time together talking about family.  It was an interesting day for sailing, we didn’t really catch any wind until we got out pretty well clear of Portage Cove, whereas often we can catch a nice wind just three minutes out of the harbor.

One thing my dad always does when I come to visit is fill up my gas tank when I leave town, so I told Jack I’d give him $90 for gas: but then I forgot to give him the money.  Typical.  So I’ll have to send a check down to the farm where my dad lives and he can cash the check there.  Traveling is expensive these days.

They left town on the ferry to Skagway at 10 PM on Saturday night, then drove all night and the next day.  I just talked to them on their cell phone and they were just outside of Dawson Creek where they were going to stop for dinner (935 miles) then push on to Grand Prarie. That’s quite  along haul for a days driving with four kids.

It sure is great to visit with family and let the cousins play with each other.