Martin didn't play baseball all last summer, and I promised him he could play a few games this summer. We didn't have too many church commitments and it was a home game, so we went yesterday.
We had so much gear that it looked like we were staying for a week. We took snacks, drinks, a tent, blankets, umbrellas, etc.
My-oh-my, the kids LOVED the tent!
Martin and I got a rare photo of the two of us together. We pretended to like each other.
It really seems like we had a good time, doesn't it?
It was fun, for a time. Then Edith got tired, it rained, she got her Welly boots muddy, took them off, and got her socks wet. She freaked out about her wet socks, refused to put her boots on, wouldn't take a nap, and just generally made everyone miserable.
Dylan was good, though.
Now Martin is hobbling around the house like an old man because he used some muscles that haven't been vigorously exercised for quite some time. But if he has a sports-related injury he's not allowed to complain about it. I figure it's self-inflicted, so he gets no sympathy. He's in pain, but he's happy.
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These children are BEAUTIFUL. Hugs and kisses from the Bassetts to the Gilberts. Love you much.
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