fall ball

So once again, I am doing a lot of this:

(I’m really not very good at taking pics with my iphone!)

while I do a lot of this:

(My son is not actually in this picture. Whoops! I don’t know why it’s only one I took. I’ll try to remember the real camera and get one of him next week!)

Yes, Josh is playing Fall Baseball. Yippee.

Really though? It’s better than soccer. There’s no whining in baseball, and there was always lots of whining in soccer. Something about all that freaking running.

The best thing about fall ball is there are no practices, only one game a week, every Saturday. It’s meant to be just for fun for those kids who really like baseball and don’t want lose all of their skills between seasons. I use the term skills pretty loosely here. Oh yeah.

The teams are of mixed ages, and Josh is the youngest on his. He doesn’t seem to mind the age and size differences, and he isn’t the worst player, so it’s going better than I anticipated. He also hasn’t been hit by a wild pitch yet, unlike a number of his teammates!

Anyway, this was supposed to be about me. On Saturday I was sitting in the stands starting a new crochet project, when a friend and fellow crocheter came over to sit with me. Her son was on the other team, and from the bleachers on the opposite side she had spied someone with fingers flashing. She knew that person had to be knitting or crocheting. And then she saw my hair.

I really am that obvious.

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So who can guess what my new project is just by looking at the pattern? Hint: it’s part of Josh’s Halloween costume:

(That’s gold and burgundy, not cream and purple. Dang user error iphone.)

sorry, it’s mostly about snot

It’s been that kind of week.

It’s been that kind of week. And it’s snot over yet.

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