So, here's the deal.
Between a nasty respiratory infection, (me) just getting back from a soccer tournament with Tony in Tulsa, two adorable little boys who are changing and growing every day, oh....and that little thing they call "grad school," I'm worn slick, peeps.
Life is wonderful. Will check back in when I can. Sorry if I am deserving of the title of "Bad Blogger."
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Baseball
I can't repeat enough that Sam loves baseball. I have never seen a 2-year-old so into something. If Sam could marry baseball, he would.
But since he can't, he settles for me playing baseball with him (sometimes all day long) and sleeping with Pinky and his ball. We are going to sign him up for T-ball once he turns 3, but are wondering if we should get him private lessons as well.
He is really good - out of 10 swings on his t-ball stand, he usually makes contact at least 8 times. And then he runs "the bases." (there are no bases, but he runs around the yard after he hits the ball, yelling, "GOOOOO" to himself). It's quite a sight.
His catching would be much better if I could find a small glove (Do they make gloves for a 2-year-old??!) that his fingers actually fit into. I will keep looking.
I decided to try to capture the cuteness that I see every night when he goes to bed.
I thought he was asleep, but his eyes popped open! Photo op!
Not liking the flash...
30 minutes later...
A boy, his ball and glove, Thomas and his puppy. Sweet dreams, little slugger.
But since he can't, he settles for me playing baseball with him (sometimes all day long) and sleeping with Pinky and his ball. We are going to sign him up for T-ball once he turns 3, but are wondering if we should get him private lessons as well.
He is really good - out of 10 swings on his t-ball stand, he usually makes contact at least 8 times. And then he runs "the bases." (there are no bases, but he runs around the yard after he hits the ball, yelling, "GOOOOO" to himself). It's quite a sight.
His catching would be much better if I could find a small glove (Do they make gloves for a 2-year-old??!) that his fingers actually fit into. I will keep looking.
I decided to try to capture the cuteness that I see every night when he goes to bed.
I thought he was asleep, but his eyes popped open! Photo op!
Not liking the flash...
30 minutes later...
A boy, his ball and glove, Thomas and his puppy. Sweet dreams, little slugger.
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