Kane started t-ball last Saturday. It was cold, rainy, and gray. But our kid, who by all accounts hates being wet and has not shown any amount of sustained attention towards throwing or especially catching a ball.... LOVED t-ball. He loved it and he was good at it. After 3 years of pushing soccer (and I do mean pushing), it was like he was meant to be on a field with a glove. SHOCKER.Parker had a great time despite falling into wet dirt over and over and over... and over again.... and Colt fell asleep in the baby backpack for the most part. It's amazing how even a gray day becomes fun when your kids are being more than 60% enjoyable.
So here we are again on another gray day... one of those days that no one likes to do. Gray days make you late for things. They are such nasty dirty things. But then again, there's something about them that makes you want one every now and then anyway. Right now, for example, Josh and I are watching The Hobbit (still in bed), Colt is watching me type and kicking my arm. The boys are playing quietly in their room. The dogs are belly up on the couch and outside... all that and it's only 8:00am. We haven't even had breakfast yet!
Nice.
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