Unless you've been living under a rock, you're well aware that St. Louis was/is much aflutter after our post-season comeback to win the World Series. Obviously, a lot of baseball was viewed in our household during that time period and Weston finally took to his tee ball after owning it approximately 2 years.
He had to do everything just like the baseball players...from waving the bat behind his head, tapping the tip of the bat on the ground, wiping his feet on the ground, throwing the bat after he hit it and then running the bases (which was really to a bush and back). Lily helpfully shagged his balls. It was all pretty entertaining.
He called Albert Pujols "Robert" throughout the entire series and much to Daddy's delight called a catch by Jon Jay in the outfield.
Yay Cardinals!
Grateful for...
#77 Pudgy feet on the pooldeck
#78 Singing and rocking babies for naps each day
#79 A God who makes beauty from ashes
#80 A moment of silence watching a bird peck around for food outside the window and remembering this verse.
#81 When little boy smiles so big that his cheeks make little balls and dimples form on the sides of his face
#82 the smell of freshly grated nutmeg
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