GEEESH, I had to do a double-take there, wondering where you got a baby picture of my kid!
Then I realized she was giving us the raspberry and realized she must be yours!
She is totally adorable, and so is the mesmerizing Mr. Vincent. And love, love,
love the photo of the big brother, takin' care of business.
Hello, everyone in hyena land! I woke early this morning, and thought I'd have a few minutes to pop in and say howdy. But I've already heard DS8 get up to use the bathroom (then he crawled into my bed without disturbing me, yay!), and then DS4 got up and came in to snuggle in my lap.
So we snuggled a bit, then I conned him into settling into my bed for another hour or so of sleep. He's had a few nightmares this week (about a green cat with creepy eyes and big claws taking chunks out of his body!), so he's been whiney and overtired. Hopefully he'll get a little extra shut-eye and have a good day today.
DS8's little league schedule is insane, with practices and games running our lives about 3-5 days of the week. It's a bit busier than I like, but DS8 seems to be really enjoying it for the most part, so it's worth it.
He has played 5 games so far, and hadn't got a hit yet, he'd either struck out or been walked to first base. He hits well in practice, so it was a bit mystifying, like he was intimidated by the kid pitcher or just all the spectators maybe. The last game he cried when he struck out for the 2nd time, and our hearts were breaking for him.
Well, last night he went up to bat at the top of the 2nd inning. I was so nervous I had to stand up, and I walked up behind the fencing around home plate and cheered him on. He got a ball, another one, then a strike I think... And then he got a hit! It wasn't a strong hit so sort of dribbled toward the pitcher, but he was so surprised we had to scream at him to run!
He ran his little legs off, but the pitcher nabbed the ball and threw him out at first. He came back to the dugout looking a little put out, but DH and I were so happy, jumping up and down and cheering for his first hit! I think he just had to get over the psychological hump of that first one, and now it will hopefully be easier for him.
He was crying, but it turned out it was because of the cold; they use metal bats, and when it's cold out, getting a hit really hurts the hands, even wearing batting gloves. So I rubbed his hand until it felt better. My baby got his first hit!!!
