Happy Easter! Steve managed to wrangle the boys onto the couch in their church clothes for a quick pic.
Running to first base
Stepping up to the plateLuke played his first t-ball game yesterday. After practice on Thursday night, Steve said, "boy, some of those boys on his team can hit the ball really well."
Luke fired back, "yeah, well, I'm gooder than all those boys. I'm the best t-ball hitter in the world. I'm a legend."
Alrighty then. The boy has spoken. I doubt he's the best hitter in the world, but he wasn't kidding about being 'gooder'. He hit the ball well and ran the bases like he knew what was going on. He eagerly fielded the ball every time the other team had a hit, often slide-tackling a team mate to get the ball in his own mit. He would throw his arm in the air and yell, "Mom! I caught the ball again!"
Alrighty then. The boy has spoken. I doubt he's the best hitter in the world, but he wasn't kidding about being 'gooder'. He hit the ball well and ran the bases like he knew what was going on. He eagerly fielded the ball every time the other team had a hit, often slide-tackling a team mate to get the ball in his own mit. He would throw his arm in the air and yell, "Mom! I caught the ball again!"
So fun. We were a little concerned about how this would all shake out. He isn't usually so confident about trying something new. A very entertaining way to spend a soggy Saturday afternoon.
Today we celebrated Easter at our house with the whole clan. Well, almost. Great Grammie wanted to stay warm and cozy at her place. Can't say that I blame her, it was raining cats and dogs around here. Heather and I hid almost 200 chocolate-stuffed eggs in the upstairs of our house. Andy didn't want to participate in the great egg chase, so Luke and his cousins had a grand time gathering the loot.
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