I just love how good he is with the little kids. This year, he has grown up so much. He spends every morning and afternoon as the "kindergarten helper". He helps the teachers stack the chairs and get the room ready, helps the kiddos hang up their coats and backpacks or clean up, and colors them in the morning while they are all coming in and getting settled. He knows their names and waves to them in the hall. I see his patience with Lexi, showing her how to play baseball. Laughing when she held the bat upside down. And enjoying himself. Of course, none of this applies to his relationship with his little sister. But it's not his fault. She won't have it. But someday.....
I took these 2 strawberry picking while the others were at baseball.
I knew if I gave him a choice, he'd choose not to. So, I picked him up at school, and we went straight to the field. He had never been. It's usually something her & I do together. But, he's been kind of a homebody these days, and I've decided sometimes I'm just going to have to push him.
They got their own baskets. It was nice, but hot, day. They filled their baskets. I helped a little, but mostly just stood back and took pictures. He, of course, didn't like the picture taking. I try to give him space, but someday, I hope he'll appreciate these types of pictures. Of him and his little sister picking strawberries.
Afterwards, in the car on the way home, we stopped for Slurpees. He looked over at me in the car and said, "Can you make sure she doesn't eat any of my strawberries?" Sounds like he was proud of his hard work.
So many to choose from our trip to Rocky Mt. this weekend. But this one just stood out. How much he's grown. And not just in size. In baseball.
I remember when he used to be that kid with the wild arm. He could almost always make the stop at third. But I would hold my breath when he made that throw to first. His form was just not consistent. I used to tell Josh, "Maybe he isn't meant to play third base". Josh would reassure me one day he would just get it. That he had the strength and the arm to make the throw. It would just take maturity, and lots of practice, and eventually he would learn to be accurate 99.9% of the time. And, as usual, in baseball, Josh was right.
Now, I trust him to make the stop, follow through with the throw, get the out. Make the play. I love to watch him just grow. And figure it out. And get better. And love the sport more each day.
It was a great day for him. He hit a 3 run homer over the fence. Then pitched 4 innings in the championship, throwing 60% strikes, and giving up only 2 runs against a tough team. We won 9-3 in that final game. He was all smiles.
I took a lot of pictures this week. Easter kicked off Spring Break, which is sadly over as I type this. Choosing one picture of the week was tough; but I absolutely love this picture of my mom with 5 of her 6 grand babies.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, middle school, wine, video games, and schedules. I started this blog because I love taking pictures, and I needed a place to document our life. I wanted a place to write it all down, to remember little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.