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.
They were eating dinner. And talking nonstop. And laughing.
And I used to worry that they would never like each other. That they would always argue and fight. And don't get me wrong, that still happens. But it's happening less and less. And they have more things in common the older they get. And despite their differences, they're still brothers.
And thankfully, they share the same sense of humor. That's the thing I love the most.
(I tried to sneak a picture of this sweetness. Cam didn't mind. Jack was not amused, as usual.)
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.
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, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber 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.