When You Can’t Think of Anything to Write, Just Add Pictures and Call it Good

Our Thursday has been full.

And by full, I mean we’ve been living in the thick of things in the squirrel cage at the zoo today, and someone put espresso in the little water trough.

(I hope it had Coffee Mate in it.)

Hubs and I worked all day today, while the boy did his thing at school.  Whatever that is. I suspect his thing at school means that he talked a lot in class, which is why he and Kellen were the only ones who didn’t finish their reading assignment IN reading class.  And then we raced off to piano  lessons.  And then we zipped to the grocery store, because it was either that or McDonald’s.  We brought home steaks and corn on the cob, which Hubs grilled up for our dinner.  We inhaled dinner, because of NO TIME TO EAT!  NO TIME AT ALL!  And then we dashed across town to baseball practice, which lasted for two solid hours.

Understandably, we are all worn out and spent around here tonight, so I’m simply going to leave you with some snapshots.

The boy batted some balls at practice tonight.  He loves to bat.  He would, in fact, be a tyrant at home plate, ruling the order of things and not allowing anyone else to bat, if he thought he could get away with it.

He also had a good time with his buddies at practice.  They played catch.  They hit.  And they all rolled around in the grass together, because THAT is what ten-year-old boys do.  No practice of any kind can be conducted until there has been a nine-boy dog pile in the outfield and everyone is covered in mud and grass stains.

It’s why we buy stock in Tide.

The boy and Kellen were, perhaps, the ones with the most grass stains on their clothes by the end of the night.

If you know the boy and Kellen, this will come as absolutely no surprise to you.

This is the boy and his buddy, Teegan.  Teegan is a good egg.  We like him.  A lot. Even if he HAS gone all gangsta with his hat!

Happy Thursday night, people.  Jedi Mama Enterprises will see you again at the end of the long weekend.

 

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