Chet and I are so thankful our kids are able to grow up with our families close by and have them be a part of their every day lives.
Last Saturday, we grilled with Chet's family. The kids love spending time with them and always have so much fun when they are around!
Then on Sunday, it was Butler's last home game, so we loaded up our gang and headed to El Dorado. It was somewhat chilly in McPherson when we left, but nothing too bad. However, when we drove into El Dorado, it was cold, rainy, and windy. No turning back though. Cru hasn't been to a ball game since he was 5 months old, so this was somewhat of a first for him. Boy, was he in his element. Papa taught him to yell at the pitchers, "Keep the ball down!" and to say, "Hey batter, batter!" when someone was up to bat. Oh yeah, and he also taught him how to spit. Cute? Sure....at the ball park, but not on the carpet as soon as we got home. He's pretty much only talked baseball since then. Ty gave him and Reese each a ball before we left, and Cru has carried it everywhere. He's even been sleeping with it and his glove. And him, Daddy, and Reese have played catch every night since then. We missed seeing Audrey and Charlee, but it was great to see Ty. And even better seeing him in his element, as a coach.
Ty working on the wet field before the game.
Cru stayed wrapped in the blanket for about 2 minutes, then he spent the rest of the time down by the field yelling, chasing and throwing balls, and having the time of his life.
Ty checking on his pitcher, who was just hit by line drive.
3 days ago