Monday, July 9, 2012
First Loose Tooth
Sampson AKA "Bat Dog"
Sometimes I feel envious of Sampson. Napping all day...taking a break to eat, go lie in the sunshine, go to the bathroom alone. Rough life. But, I don't envy when the boys do things like this. Batman and Robin needed a partner to fight crime in Gotham City, so Sam graciously stepped in as "man's best friend" is dutifully required to do. He cannot leap tall buildings in a single bound...he's getting old and arthritic. He won't chase after the boys unless they're running with a hot dog. When they say, "Come on, Bat Dog"...he usually yawns and lies down. But...beggars can't be choosers. Benji is a much worse choice of a third superhero. Maybe he likes it. Maybe he enjoys feeling needed for a few minutes...or even like someone cares. Because honestly, most of the time I forget he's even here...so sad. So enjoy your moment in the spotlight Sam..."Bat Dog."
A Little Baseball
A couple weeks ago, we took the boys to a Redhawks ballgame. I didn't get many pictures of the boys, because I spent most of my time laughing hysterically.
I have the best time watching my boys when they don't know that I'm watching. The dynamic between the two of them is comical. Cole is the typical annoying little brother, tagging along with Jack and his friends. He's mostly a nuisance to them, but I think they kind of enjoy having a little brother that will do just about anything they tell him too. They seem to use this to their advantage. I feel badly for the people sitting directly on the third base line. The boys went down to hopefully catch a fly ball and ended up standing there the entire game. Cole did have to come back to our seats when I caught him trying to climb the wall and get onto the field. He said he was just trying to get his cup that he threw at the third baseman...punk kid.
A photo op with Rowdy, the Redhawk. Jackson had the best time with his buddies, even with no foul ball. There's no crying in baseball!
A photo op with Rowdy, the Redhawk. Jackson had the best time with his buddies, even with no foul ball. There's no crying in baseball!
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