Where did this week go? Crazy fast and we are rapidly approaching the end of the school year. Something the little guy is super excited for.
On Wednsday, the little guy finished the last of tball. Actually the last game was a coach pitch game. And mommy was a little nervous because we hadn't practice in a little while (darn you rain). But let me tell you ladies, the boy carries a big stick. He confidently strode up to the plate, gave the pitcher an evil eye, swung mightily...and (wait for it)....smashed the ball on the first pitch. No messing around, ladies.
Last weekend, daddy and mommy finished 2nd in their age group during a sprint Tri. Now mommy never usually places...so when daddy said you finished second. I was overcome with emotion. All of that hard work. That joy became a miserableness when I realized it was because I went up to a higher age group. Age is just a number, right! 2nd place in age 25 and over I'll take it....as interrupted in Zachary years. Thanks to mom and pop pop for keeping the little guy entertained while we raced.
Tonight we head to a karate clinic for swords. Yes, I said it swords. Does anyone else see potential issues here. Out goes all of those lessons about playing with sharp things. Put down that knife it will cut you. Watch yourself with the scissors. And now, I must add... Don't poke the dogs with your wooden sword. Or maybe I should broaden my declaration to: Don't touch anything with your wooden sword!!
On Wednsday, the little guy finished the last of tball. Actually the last game was a coach pitch game. And mommy was a little nervous because we hadn't practice in a little while (darn you rain). But let me tell you ladies, the boy carries a big stick. He confidently strode up to the plate, gave the pitcher an evil eye, swung mightily...and (wait for it)....smashed the ball on the first pitch. No messing around, ladies.
Last weekend, daddy and mommy finished 2nd in their age group during a sprint Tri. Now mommy never usually places...so when daddy said you finished second. I was overcome with emotion. All of that hard work. That joy became a miserableness when I realized it was because I went up to a higher age group. Age is just a number, right! 2nd place in age 25 and over I'll take it....as interrupted in Zachary years. Thanks to mom and pop pop for keeping the little guy entertained while we raced.
Tonight we head to a karate clinic for swords. Yes, I said it swords. Does anyone else see potential issues here. Out goes all of those lessons about playing with sharp things. Put down that knife it will cut you. Watch yourself with the scissors. And now, I must add... Don't poke the dogs with your wooden sword. Or maybe I should broaden my declaration to: Don't touch anything with your wooden sword!!
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