It's been a precious (can you use the word precious to describe baseball? I think you can when they are 5 and 6) season. I am treasuring up all of these moments of pee wee baseball and pondering them in my heart. These boys, so serious about their baseball, but young enough that the dads step in when their shoe comes untied. They love this game. And their father couldn't be any more thrilled to have boys old enough to go in the backyard and play catch with. Well, it's pretty fun for me too... I love seeing those boys and their daddy, out playing while I clean up dinner. And I love me a game of catch once in awhile too. Enjoy some photos of the season...
the pitcher, isn't he cute?
siblings cheering them on
our first baseman
where is his mother? and why did she not tuck in his pocket?
someone please tuck in his pocket.
shortstop (but no, he didn't make the catch)
favorite thing by far: batting
for him too
okay, and look how sweet samuel's ears stick out of his hat, could that be any cuter?
I just love this one. notice the dirt on their pants from sliding.
and this one too!
daddies, their little boys, and the all-american sport. love it.
We loved every second of watching you, Braves.
except for you two, keep your eyes on the game!