I just told you that it was time to go up and get ready for bed. You looked like you were about to cry. Why? Because the Caps are playing. You don't want to miss a minute. I am such a soft touch (not as soft as Mom, though) so I agreed to let you stay up through 2 periods.
I love this about you. You care. A lot. You're a fan.
We went to the game the other night (thank you, Hugh) and we saw our first loss. Bummer. But you put a great spin on it when we got home. You told Mom that it wasn't all that bad because Ovechkin scored and we got a free hat thrown to us.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Indoor Practice Facility
I signed you up for two Little League teams yesterday and today talked to Uncle Andrew to figure out whether you are ready for kid pitch with the 9 and 10 year olds. I should have talked to you first.
When I came home tonight I asked you about it and you said you were uncomfortable playing kid pitch. You don't want to get hit and I don't blame you. Good call.
Here are some pictures that I took off Papa Sy's camera. He took these photos when he and Nana were watching you and Jack last week. Seems you don't save the jumpin', sliding and tumbling for me.
When I came home tonight I asked you about it and you said you were uncomfortable playing kid pitch. You don't want to get hit and I don't blame you. Good call.
Here are some pictures that I took off Papa Sy's camera. He took these photos when he and Nana were watching you and Jack last week. Seems you don't save the jumpin', sliding and tumbling for me.
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