Baseball, Dirt, and Boogers
Ace came and hung out at practice with me today. He plays shy, even though he knows just about everybody and talks about them at home all the time. However, if you challenge him to a race or a wrestling match, he'll eventually decide you're okay, and he might even be your friend.
He is only mildly interested in baseball at this point, and that's okay. I did convince him to throw with me for a while today, so that was fun. His primary responsibility at the baseball field these days is to play in the dirt as much as possible. I suspect that if he decides to play baseball when he is older, having the dirtiest uniform after a game will be his goal.
As much as I look forward to those days, I sure do enjoy these ones. He told me today that he wants to be 3 forever. Too bad Toys-R-Us isn't what it used to be.
I do sometimes wonder if there will ever come a day that there won't be a constant stream of boogers running down the noses of our little ones. Mia is proof that it doesn't last forever, but the light at the end of that tunnel is hard to see right now. It feels like the booger mustaches that Ace and Hope are constantly sporting will be a permanent fixture on their upper lips.
My shirt sleeves are getting disgusting.
Maybe I should throw them in the laundry once in a while.
PS Yesterday's post was one of my favorites so far. Check it out if you haven't yet.