I love baseball. My Mom loved baseball. So, to play baseball with my boys is pretty awesome. Mad Dog had purchased some whiffle balls, a bat and some cones for bases and we all took turns batting out in our cul-de-sac.
Of course the dream in my head of idylically playing America’s past-time did not quite match up to my reality. It was hard for the boys to take turns (make that impossible!), T.Puzzle had to be in time-out three times, and then Full Speed was angry because T.Puzzle threw a ball at him.
It still was awesome.
It ain’t perfect but it’s all mine and I love it.