It stopped raining. I can’t believe it. I swear it’s rained every day for a year. Maybe not, but it feels like it. My kids were so happy to go outside finally, that we stayed for about 3 hours. Poor things, fresh air deprived. Christian has this little skinny hit stick and a bag full of wiffle balls that he loves to practice with. I have no idea how to spell wiffle, so just bear with me. Jackson had to get in on it only, he uses a real bat.
Look at my baby, with that look of glee I’m always talking about. He absolutely LOVES playing ball. Oh, and check out that little catcher’s game face. Yep, it’s official. It makes me want to kiss his face off.
You can’t have something about baseball and not include this big guy. His dad was throwing them as hard as he could, and he was nailing most of them. Scott and Mr. Jimmy were not quite as successful. I didn’t even try. I’m scared of wiffle balls and skinny bats. I’m afraid they make me look bad.
Jackson was so happy to be outside, he even helped pick up the balls. Now, THAT is amazing!!!
