One evening after dinner, we took a walk to our local elementary school playground and the boys played a little baseball. JT has to have baseball in his blood: Jim and my brother were both high school all stars, and my dad played well into his fifties. JT got a baseball tee, ball, and bat for Christmas from his Grandpa and Grandma Keene, so we tested them out in a real diamond.
Slider got some much-needed off leash exercise in, too.
Haley and I were the cheering section.
For the first twenty minutes, JT was happy to throw, wander, look at stuff, drag his bat in the dirt, and other mundane activities. In the last five minutes, he got serious. He hit the ball off the tee, threw the bat, and ran to first base with a look of absolute glee. (Okay, maybe because I was standing on first base cheering him on.) We ended on that high note and went home to watch the Mariners play on television. Good stuff.
The Keene Family 