A big brother played t-ball.
A baby brother wished he could play t-ball too
And he sat on a shelf. Weird, I know.
A little sister passed the t-ball time looking for daisies. Unfortunately for Eliza, I think that she might have inherited my total and complete inability to play team sports. I have really random athletic abilities. I am coordinated. I can run. I did competitive cheerleading in high school (had to slip that in). But, I have no gifting for team sports - you can still get my family to laugh (hard) at the mere thought of me playing softball. or volleyball. or basketball. Sorry, Eliza. Your deficiency is a genetic trait. At least you have a cute giggle to make up for it.
We finished the weekend with dinner at the next door neighbor's house. How providential that the family next door has a boy and a girl. Almost exactly the same ages as Marshall and Eliza. Jameson just tags along. Somehow I think he'll be okay. Even if his parents do set him on the shelf occasionally.
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There is something about each of your kids that makes me smile. But right now, Jameson has my heart, that boy...what a little sweetie!!
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