The boys are obsessed with their upcoming baseball careers. They have virtually been sleeping with their ball and glove, hoping by osmosis to morph into little baseball wunderkinds.
Tomorrow is Aidan's first practice. Chris and I were working through the scheduling of who will take which child where, when Aidan interrupted me and said firmly, "I want Mommy to take me to my baseball practice."
"You do?" I replied, somewhat surprised and well, a little bit proud. He picked me! I thought Daddy was a sure bet for the first practice. After all, Daddy can, you know, do things like throw a ball and catch it. I suck at the baseball thing.
"Yes!" Aidan smiled broadly. Then he continued, "And I want you to stand on the sidelines and take lots and lots of pictures of me. LOTS!"
Hmmm, perhaps I need to cut back on the picture taking with the kiddies. They are starting to believe I am their personal paparazzi.
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Chris announced he was taking the boys to a baseball field to practice up for their first baseball outing.
"You are?" I asked, surprised. "Can't you just play catch with them in the back yard?"
Chris laughed at me, shook his head and said, "Yes, but I am thinking we should show them a baseball field and explain to them the whole first base, second base, third base thing before we send them off to practice."
Oh, right. That makes perfect sense.
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