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.
3 comments:
A Highlawn shout-out! Yay!
Beth - I love this blog! And of course it's about kids - what else would it be about! :) They are as cute as can be!!! :)
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