Trysten started his baseball season this week. At 6-years-old, “baseball” is a term I’ll use VERY loosely. They bat twice, they field twice, they throw dirt a lot (well at least one kid, thankfully not mine, but his little habit did get into Trysten’s hair). After Thursday’s game I asked Trysten what his favorite part was and he said it was the snacks and pop he got after the game. A boy after my very own heart.
Getting a five from first base coach.
The fans for one little boy.
Why I spend ridiculous amounts of money on stain remover. Oh that face!
The homerun…or at least it was going somewhere.