Happy 4th of July friends!
In celebration of the 4th and because my Internet and I kissed, made up, and are now back together... I am posting today.
This year was Cole's first t-ball season.
He was so excited to play.
He talked about it constantly.
Then we started practicing.
And the excitement dwindled a bit.
Our first game was on the hottest day of the year.
Cole was in left field.
I took 172 "action" shots.
Here is a sampling:
Picking his nose.
Picking his seat.
Standing with his glove on his head.
Yelling to me, "Mom I am swwwweaattiinngg!"
Yelling again, "Is it ovvveeerrr?"
And then the shot I didn't get.
He ran off the field, in the middle of the game, to tell me he was hot and he was pretty sure it was time for his Gatorade break.
Those were the longest 10 baseball games I have ever endured.
Then Cole got a trophy.
And he exclaimed his excitement for next season.
I. can't. wait.