All-American Saturday
Isaac had baseball practice again on Saturday. This time a few things were different. For one, there were four coaches for 20 kids instead of two, which was a big help. But Isaac still has a soft spot for the head coach, Randy. Randy really has a way with the kids -- he was cracking jokes with them about not catching the baseball with your head, and you know a gaggle of 4 to 6-year-old boys were about to pee their pants laughing about that one. When we first got there, Daddy told Isaac to go ahead and run out on the field with the other kids, since we were running a little late. Isaac took off like a shot, clutching his glove and yelling, "I'm coming, Coach Randy!"
This time, the kids picked their team name. Coach Randy put a hearty word in for The Sluggers, but with a few kids super-tricked out in baseball paraphernalia, perhaps it was inevitable that they would choose The Red Sox.
Also different this time was that Daddy brought his SLR, bless him. More action shots for your money! Isaac practices throwing with Coach Brent:
Catching grounders:
And tell me we haven't all made this face as a baseball neophyte?
So important, too, to practice running the bases. Gotta bone up on such skills before THE BIG GAME, where goodness knows how many runs can be scored by the unstoppable Red Sox.
Also different this time was that Jakey and I tagged along. There was a playground nearby and Daddy shot at us, too. Hiya, stranger.
I have to say I didn't really want to come, because Daddy was right. I could only watch Isaac's practice for a minute at a time -- any longer and I was tearing up like a big sappy baby. But we needed to stay together because when baseball ended, we were off to our next event.
Our fair town turned 250 years old this weekend, and lordy if they didn't have the mother of all parades to celebrate. No less than six marching bands there were! The boys both got colonial American flags and three suckers each from the paraders.
Isaac showing off the aftermath of a green sucker:
You notice not a trace of green because his palate had already been tainted by a blue Airhead.
This time, the kids picked their team name. Coach Randy put a hearty word in for The Sluggers, but with a few kids super-tricked out in baseball paraphernalia, perhaps it was inevitable that they would choose The Red Sox.
Also different this time was that Daddy brought his SLR, bless him. More action shots for your money! Isaac practices throwing with Coach Brent:
Catching grounders:
And tell me we haven't all made this face as a baseball neophyte?
So important, too, to practice running the bases. Gotta bone up on such skills before THE BIG GAME, where goodness knows how many runs can be scored by the unstoppable Red Sox.
Also different this time was that Jakey and I tagged along. There was a playground nearby and Daddy shot at us, too. Hiya, stranger.
I have to say I didn't really want to come, because Daddy was right. I could only watch Isaac's practice for a minute at a time -- any longer and I was tearing up like a big sappy baby. But we needed to stay together because when baseball ended, we were off to our next event.
Our fair town turned 250 years old this weekend, and lordy if they didn't have the mother of all parades to celebrate. No less than six marching bands there were! The boys both got colonial American flags and three suckers each from the paraders.
Isaac showing off the aftermath of a green sucker:
You notice not a trace of green because his palate had already been tainted by a blue Airhead.
posted by Claire at 10:04 PM
1 Comments:
What a great day!
Mike, thanks so much for all of the SLR pix! And thanks Claire for posting all of the baseball pix + some cool parade shots--loved the sucker shots!!! And those cuties holding their American flags--makes us all proud!
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