This afternoon was Marshall's first t-ball game. It seems we need a lesson in base-running. He got a hit right away and ran to first base. Then he was at second base. Then he was running for third. Or . . . so we thought. He ran right past third base and straight into the dugout. Huge grin, with dimples showing, all the way. With everyone shouting. And then laughing so hard we cried. It was priceless. Simply priceless.
First season. First game. First at-bat.
New topic. This evening I received this text message from Maggie, who babysat the kids last night. I love when babysitters share stories about our kids. Makes me wish I could be a fly on the wall. Here's the text I got from Mag-Mag (her name around our house). I'm just going to leave it as is. Hopefully you enjoy the description of this conversation as much as we did.
marshall was talking about how he likes kennedy. and because he likes kennedy he is going to have to marry both sydney and kennedy. so i was explaining to him that he could only have one wife and he said "well i am young! i got to have choices" and then eliza chimes in and says "i always thought i was going to marry noah. but now i don't know because i met lane" (and exaggerated the n sound) and then said "i got choices too!" then marshall asked me who my choices were and i said i didnt have any and eliza goes "you should marry an australia man!" and then marshall goes "i have a better idea. marry a spanish man. and next year i will learn how to talk to him!"