It was windy yesterday, so I had promised Carter that we would spend a couple of hours at the baseball field today going through drills. The closest (well maintained) field to our house is Centennial. As much as I hate stepping foot on that field, it suits our purpose. It was pretty nice today, so we spent quite a while out in the sun going through hitting, throwing, fielding, and running. There were a few times where Carter got discouraged and wanted to go home, but we stuck with it. Teaching this age is so different, and really requires a "softer" approach so feelings don't get hurt. All in all, he had a great day!