This kid wakes up in the morning ready to play. He immediately asks if his cousins can come play, so one can hit, one can pitch, and one can catch. After it's time for his cousins to head home, he waits and waits for his daddy to come home so they can hit in the front yard.
A couple of weeks ago he broke the neighbors window hitting a wiffle ball. Lovely.
Last night, him and Landon were playing out front and decided they wanted to go to Landon's house to play. I used a bit of trickery and told them they could go once they took some pictures together holding their bat, ball, and glove.
This is what I got. The funny thing is, I didn't pose them in this way...they immediately just got into position themselves.
I'm thinking that in about 10 years I'll be looking at these pictures wishing I could turn back the hands of time....
1 comment:
I love it! My little brother was just like that...In love with baseball from the time who could walk. And 23 years later, nothing has changed. I'm pretty sure my parents had to replace a few windows too...
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