In addition to our love of watching pro baseball, we also love local tball. Especially when Joey is in it! Now, I don't want to brag, but I will. Joey kind of landed on a team full of riff-raff, so maybe it's not that hard for him to stand out. But he does. Every hit is in the outfield, where nobody is there to catch it, first of all because nobody else hits it that far so the other team doesn't put anybody out there; and second of all, almost all of the kids are too busy rolling around in the grass and dirt to stop the ball before it gets there anyway.
Joey won a hitting and throwing contest at his last practice. He is the only one on his team, besides the coach's son, who pays even the least amount of attention. He is the only one who hasn't eaten grass and dirt (and then thrown up - yep, a kid on his team actually did that), climbed the fence, shoved someone's face into the ground, thrown dirt, sat down in the infield, not listened to the coach, or done anything inappropriate with the tball stand. He is just plain awesome, and he just loves to play the game. He can't stand anyone else on his team, but he loves to play anyway. Hopefully next year will be better luck with the teammates. By the way, I think Coach Will deserves a medal or something for putting up with these kids!
Joey also likes to help out the other kids by showing them where the base is. He sometimes has to tell them what to do, because they're too busy poking each other in the face or picking their noses.
As you look through these next few pictures, just tell me who is ready to play the game? Yep, that's right. Mr. Major League himself.
Okay, okay, so nobody's perfect. He does dance a little -- but only between batters!
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Grace did a sweet little Mother's Day Celebration at preschool. They sang three songs, and we ate the tiniest muffins I've ever seen. They were made for elves, I think. She had been really nervous about getting up in front of everybody, but she sang and tapped her foot anyway. She did a great job, and also gave me a hand-painted jewelry box (which is now in her room with all her stuff in it -- maybe I'll get it back someday).
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The boys bought their own cap guns at Shipton's. They have been dressing like cowboys & shooting up the neighborhood all week. I think we are out-of-town people. We'll probably get kicked out of the neighborhood sooner or later.
