Ball Player

Before the tropical storm hit, the men of the house went outside for a little manly bonding. They graciously invited me to participate because apparently I am not a girl, I am a mom, which puts my in a whole new gender category. Anyways, I chose to be the photographer and play with the buttons and settings on our digital point and click.


Nathan enjoyed hitting the ball, but not as much a fetching them.

"I do it! I do it!"Daddy worked on Kenny's stance and pose the whole time before he realized that he was teaching our right handed son how to bat left handed. He's left handed, so he forgot to switch it around.


They had fun. We tried to play three way catch with Kenny, Ken, and myself, but Kenny is...shall we say...scared of the ball. And if he has enough of my genes in him, he should be scared of balls. He will attract them like magnets.