Well, it's sort of all baseball all the time around here. I never really expected that, since Ben and I really aren't sports people, and figured our kids wouldn't really be either. They love exercising and being outside, but have never been terribly excited about any specific sport. Until this past year, when Gideon and his Grandpa began sharing the love of football together. My poor dad, who went to college on a baseball scholarship, and then switched over to golf and held a position as a golf professional for over 30 years, never got any of us three girls to enjoy any of the sports he was interested in. We did stints at gymnastics and figure skating, but that's not quite what he had in mind, I'm sure. I think it was my husband who was the one to explain the rules of football to me (and who I bothered to give a moment of my time to listen to). Yes, I'm sure we weren't the most exciting daughters for a sports lover, but I think my dad's grandsons are making up for it. My three sons and my sister's two, who love nothing more than to play a game of softball or something similar. Grace and Cate enjoy playing, too. I'm glad, because if someone asks me to jump into a game of volleyball, my face flushes and gets hot, and I remember the half hearted attempts I'd made at playing in the past, ending with me walking away from the game, humiliated, tears burning my eyes. I remember a neighbor giving me a football to throw when I was about 12, and it honestly being the very first time I'd ever held one. I was so embarrassed when I admitted I didn't know how to throw it. And, in gym class when I was very young, I stood at the very lowest hoop for the entire class, trying to get the ball to go in, and failing, when all the other kids were getting basket after basket, at all the different heights. Ice skating, gymnastics, those types of activities, I was very, very, good at. You should have seen me do the splits. But It's not very often that I find myself using those skills. Okay, never. And, I would probably kill myself if I attempted a back walkover. Hey, I pulled muscles in both my legs just when running at full speed during Cate's softball game. Anyway, I'm glad my daughters have listened to my stories growing up, and decided to at least attempt to be able to play a sort that involves any type of ball. It is more than I ever did.
Anyway, look at little Truman bunting the ball and then scoring a home run. Cutest thing ever, and he's got lots of siblings to teach him exactly how it's done.