Arriving at the first game, this Nestle ice cream guy was there to greet me. All I think now is, “Why didn’t I go back and get some?”
Look at the hand/eye coordination! You can totally tell he’s going to hit this, right?
Yes, my 15-year-old son really did lick his little sister’s face. In front of his girlfriend. (And, no, he wasn’t raised by wolves.)
This is what “I just threw out a runner at home plate from center field” looks like:
Sadly, they didn’t win. They did get to whoop and holler and eat snacks after the game, though.
Game #2. Ready to kick butt and take names:
Saweeeet hit!
Hopefully he won’t be scarred by this Silly Bandz abuse at the hands of his sister:
Speaking of Silly Bandz, he gave me one identical to one of his on Sunday morning, and told me we now had “best friend charms” (he later called it my “best mom charm”). My 10-year-old daughter gave me a “best friend charm,” too, so I am now the owner of two Silly Bandz. 🙂
Yes, my husband is one of those cool baseball coach dads.
Hamming it up after the game:
What did you do on Saturday?
Wow, it looks like y’all have a blast together as a family. I just love that you can see it on everyone’s face– even with spit on it (which, by the way, is so stinky gross! boys!).
Saturday… wow, I don’t even remember! I think we had school since David was working and soccer is finally over.
.-= Marsha´s last blog ..I Heart Faces: Celebrating Mom =-.
My hubby took me to the symphony Saturday night and out for a fabulous dinner. It was nice to get dolled up and have a few hours *alone*!
Marsha, school on Saturday is almost worse than spit face. NOT! 🙂
Ruthanne, that sounds like an awesome evening. Since it was Mother’s Day, I told my family I wanted to go to the High Museum Sunday after church and lunch. There was an exhibit called The Allure of the Automobile, which you were even allowed to photograph! Hopefully I can get some of those edited and posted this week.