bloopers

since carter has this cute shirt that fits him now, and this cute hat that fits him now...

i really don't play sports but am thankful for a husband who does and who can teach carter everything there is to know about baseball or any other ball game he'd like to play.

i remember liking watching baseball sunday afternoons with my dad when i was a kid, but i don't think i have really enjoyed watching it since then. it was fun then because me and my dad did it together :)

i do have some fun(ny) baseball memories, however. i remember the birthday party i was at when one girl ran to third base instead of first and i felt that even though i knew which base was which i had found a kindred spirit of s(p)orts.

and of course there was the time that my brother and sister and i all got food poisoning from the hot dogs we ate at a major league baseball game in minneapolis...

i also remember one summer afternoon my dad was trying to teach me and my mom how to throw properly...i know. already it sounds like a recipe for disaster :) after our lesson he left us to play catch in the backyard while he lay down a little way away from us on a blanket with a book like he often did (and still does). unfortunately, he didn't lie down far away enough... i 'm pretty sure it was my mom's fault that the ball hit him in the head because she's the one that didn't catch it. oops :)