Through the kitchen window, I spied three of my boys and four neighbors playing baseball in our yard. The side of our house has been converted into an unofficial baseball field where games are played most sunny summer afternoons.
It’s so fancy they’ve added an on deck bench. Not too fancy, actually, but the bench is there, nonetheless, a good spot for an observer or a mom with a camera…
Our bases are orange cones.
Hold on tight or you might slide off.
This nimble, elf-like creature is my youngest son. 🙂
In backyard baseball the rules are fluid, and not always fair.
Shoes are optional. No missteps or you might wind up in the flower beds.
Bases are worn down to the dirt. I rebelled at first, but husband reminded me that we should want the kids in our yard more than the grass.
The age span on these teams is from 5 to 19. We hold a very unstructured draft.
Tennis, not baseballs pitched, too, so we can keep our windows.
Observing from the bench reminded me how very different boys are than girls, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. 😉
so nice to have your very own team!
why doesn’t your blog remember me? i have to type in all my info every time.
Love it! Cami would be in heaven to have all this activity in her yard. It must be so fun! Sandra
In our house, it’s soccer in the backyard, but not so much since the oldest married. Before he married, he’d do all kinds of pick up soccer games with the other 4 – and it was beautiful. We rarely see him anymore and the rest really miss his leadership in the brotherhood.
We use tennis balls too! Except our team is small… just the 4 of us.