This past Winter was tough. It was as if Hell actually had frozen over, and we happened to live there. We'd had many detailed discussions about the different seasons with Asher, then Mother Nature sent snow in mid-April and made us look like big liars. Our little condo had long lost its luster for these active boys, so as soon as it hit 50 degrees, we took to the streets. Here are some pictures I snapped last month of our driveway shenanigans.
Asher oscillates between dressing as Jake the pirate and Superman. This was a Jake day, complete with plastic sword shoved down his pants.
Master P is getting a reputation for his mean stink faces. I worry about his future social life. When he actually smiles at a stranger it's like....wait. He's never smiled at a stranger. Anyway, don't let his little permascowl fool you - he loved his first cozy coupe experience!
But taking turns is hard.
Asher and Dad broke out the t-ball set...
But soon gave it up in favor of a little slow pitch.
Making contact
Asher has actually begun hitting really well, and we are excited for him to be old enough to play coach pitch softball. Looking forward to that chapter of parenting when your kids play and perform while you watch on with deep pride (or perhaps deep embarrassment).
Life is really getting good.
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