Well, it happened. Baby Cry Cry became a baseball player. And I experienced watching my baby play his very first game. He's been asking every season if it's his turn to play baseball. And this year I got to say yes. It's funny because when the other boys started playing baseball, I thought they were so big. But when I see Nathan, all I see is a baby in a baseball uniform.
So Nathan, I'm determined to begin embracing the reality of you not being a baby. But it doesn't mean that I won't take a million pictures, shed some tears, and kiss you about a hundred times a day.
Those pants have already been worn to by two other brothers. Can you tell?
Here's to a great season… go Mets!