This weekend we had the first glimpse of sun in quite a few days, as well as our first taste of fall-like weather. Temperatures have only been in the 60's during the day, and get quite cool at night. While I was busy inside baking an apple pie and some chocolate chip cookies for a night out at our neighbor's home, the boys were busy with the first of many lessons on baseball.
Anyone who knows my husband well, knows that a passion of his is the good old American sport of baseball. So after noticing that our dear son was not only holding a bat by the wrong end, but using it as a fairly accurate golf club, some batting practice was in order.
I must say the boy, at 22 months, is a natural, even with a backwards bat. And hitting off his sister's tee makes a great outlet for all that natural boy aggression. Who knew little boys were so rough and tumble?