4.28.2008
I must admit, I was a little skeptical when my husband scoured the stores (in December) before we left the last time, trying to find a tee for tee ball, bats and balls. I mean, we live in the center of a big city (read: no yard), the parks are meant to be works of art (read: don't walk in the grass, don't run, and certainly don't look like you are having too much fun), and houses with yards are typically out of our price range. But where there is a will there's a way, and my husband has the Cook gene that programs them to look at sports like most people look at, say, breathing. I mean, this is the family that for years rented out a gym on Christmas day and invited all their buddies for post-present, post-feast athletics...the time that in my family was usually reserved for, say, NAPS!
Below you will find some pictures of our beginning stages of Tee ball (Boggess/Linch relatives clapping because of the baseball theme, Cook relatives clapping for the connection to any athletic activity). Benjamin stole the ball off the tee too many times to count, Annie found posing for pictures and exploring the yard more interesting, but Sophie took to it like a duck to water.
The empty lot across from our apartment building (background) usually full of cars and boys.
Sophie the athlete...definitely from the Cook side....or possibly my side, if it is a recessive gene that skipped over me! Come to think of it, my brother and sister are much more athletic than me. Maybe I'm athletically challenged?
Reminds me of outdoor P.E. at Highlawn Elementary when I'd been picked off first during dodgeball. There are some of my genes coming through...
Sophie instructing the neighborhood boys on the finer points of Tee Ball. Pretty self-explanatory, to be sure, but keep in mind that this is the land of soccer and most of these boys have never held a bat before!
Peek-a-boo, Sophie!
"Do you like this piece of trash I found on the ground?" Or in Benjamin language, "Guck?"
Time out for Pout.
Definitely into the spectating side of things. (A kindred spirit, MM?)
Laundry line pose.
Action shot.
and Dad's little buddy...
