Obvious as obvious can be: I'm a girly girl. I also have two very girl daughters. With that being said, I think it's safe to say that during baseball season, the sun rises and sets on my baseball player. See ya dance. Take me out to the ballgame!
|My girly girls setting up shop for the first game of the season!|
(technically it was the FOURTH game, but the 1st that I was able to attend. Don't get me started)
|Good eye, #4! (see how I did that?)|
This is a shot of my boy batting 'clean up.' I'm not kidding. Only trouble there is that he has never actually 'cleaned up.' He'll get there. Just a couple more trips to the cages with
If you are wondering if I'm a crazy baseball mom who yells at the umpire (ex: ARE YOU SERIOUS, BLUE!?) and takes pictures of their kid through the fence. I'm not!
Well, I only do one of those things.
Please, God, tell me that my mom did not just take a picture of me...
I'm scared to even look...
Sorry, bud, don't mind me! Go get 'em tiger!
If I watched my boy play baseball every single day I would be completely content. Well, I would probably need at least ONE dance competition. But, actually, the girls have fun at baseball games too! Stella made a whole clan of new friends! There was a constant line at my feet asking if they could hold her and Stella thought it was hilarious! Holly found a frog so her life was complete right there.
Look who found a foul ball...
What the heck is this thing anyway? Can I eat it?
I even love the smell of my sweaty little dude after a game. I giggle every time I wash his sliding shorts and find his nut cup in his bat bag. I absolutely love Sammy T. Cobb more than I can even handle! Favorite baseball player to ever live. Hands. Down.