We found the boys’ baseball stuff in storage and now I am Colm’s baseball slave in the mornings before school. At first I could talk him into just tossing the ball around in the little park across the street from our apartment, but it wasn’t long before he wanted to hit. I had to find another park for that. There is a house too close to the other park. I am sure they would appreciate it if we didn’t break any of their windows.
Baseball Stuff (Project 365-3/3/10)
Sunday, March 7, 2010
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