Tis the season. Baseball Season. And in these parts, that is serious business.
My fourteen year old step-son is an awsome athlete. (he is also a genius) For now, I am talking about baseball.
That’s him at bat.
Come on! Bring me home!
Umm. Excuse me. I am trying to get a good picture of my boy coming home.
Could you please move your bottom? And move your elbow. And that glove-could you please just put it down a little? Please??
Don’t these boys know to get out of the way when a mama is taking pictures?
Our kid is also a great catcher. Nothing gets by #12.
And the game goes on. Sorry about the fence. It’s there for protection from the speeding balls of fire. However, I have a friend who suffered a broken nose at a game two years ago. I think she would disagree.
This is the last picture. Baseball games also come with really good concession stand food.
Really good. And I found it difficult to hold my camera and eat my monster cookie. Okay…Monster Cookies. Then there were the home made burritos. And the brownies. And the nachos.
Junk food heaven and baseball.
A perfect night out.