I love all these little guys.
Washing the bugs off of Bucky (Grandpa's truck).
I mean, aren't his blonde locks to die for?
Getting some 1st base coaching from Daddy.
Such an innocent little face. Or maybe sad. Maybe he was looking at the scoreboard which was not so much in our favor.
Making the stop.
Intense to make it home.
Grandpa and the baseball boys.
Thanks for spending the week with us, Dad!