This is the place where a distracted mother will muse.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
I could have asked him to turn around, but I just couldn't ask him to break his concentration. Plus, this picture of the back of his head speaks volumes more than one of his face could, in that moment. He's into baseball. Big time.
So with the sun shining, a big lawn to play on, an uncle to pitch and a cousin to trade at bats with... the pick-up game today was a sure thing.
Benett tried to get into the action too... and he made a good attempt, for a while. But it's not always easy playing ball with the big boys. They were patient with him and Benett worked hard to make his little legs go as fast as they could. But in the end, he was more interested in playing inside. Some days are like that... and that's okay by me.