My "Great Bambino"

The "GREATEST Bambino" turns six!

Somehow, he got stuck on the angels, much to the coach's disappointment!

(Coach=Dad, Dad= Yankee fan)

So lately little league has taken over our lives!!!! Practices, games, equipment, uniforms.....I can barely stand it, especially since my hubby is the COACH! I've learned through all of this that being the coach's wife has, well, NO perks whatsoever!! I basically got stuck with emailing (often incorrect) game times to all the families. I'm pretty sure that if this was a paying job I would have been fired after the first week. Nonetheless, my pro-bono work has kept me busy, just like my litle slugger...

My son is my husband's protege. That's the nicest way I can put it. You know it's bad when every parent on the bleachers is commenting on how hard the coach is throwing to his son...I would hear things like, "He's so tough on his boy," and "Wow, he doesn't pitch that hard to the other kids!" This is what I get for having an Italian Yankee fan as a husband. (For those of you who can't make the connection - that basically means he is an overly proud father of a 'future major league Yankee shortstop that people just don't know about yet'......yeah, it's that bad).

So after the tough-love coaching style and all the little league games, my son naturally had to have a baseball birthday cake! I'm no baker, but I tried my best. We had a blast celebrating his 6th birthday (and the fact that little league season is over!).

So until next year, I will spend my days painfully watching spring training from my kitchen window. Ahh, the life of a coach's wife......