It's pretty cold out right now and I think it is going to get colder tomorrow and for the weekend. They are even talking about flurries for tomorrow. (no, there will NOT be a snow day.) So, how about this? Let's just think about warm weather for a few minutes. Let's think about all the warm things we did this summer.
Joey, you played your first summer of coach/pitch baseball. And you had a blast. You were so excited before, during and after every game. It didn't matter if you won or lost. You felt like you won every game.
This picture makes you look a little grumpy but you were just hot. And probably a little embarassed because I kept snapping pictures of you in front of your friends. But, hey, I'm a mom and that's what we do. Embarass our kids and take your pictures.
There was a lot of wiffle ball played at our house this summer. You boys love love love to play wiffle ball. Our neighbors know whenever they hear boys yelling, there must be a wiffle ball game going on at our house.
Ben tries to keep up. He wants to be so much like you big brothers. And, okay, sometimes I make you "go easy on him."
I think he missed you when he was watching the Fourth of July parade without you this year. It just wasn't the same with you guys on the float and Benny sitting on the sidelines. But, he was your biggest fan when you went by our house.
Just like you two little guys are Jack's biggest fans at all of his baseball games. Jack, we are so proud of you for all your accomplishments in baseball. I know this was a difficult year for you but somehow, I hope you are able to regain your focus and learn from it. I know that is a really cliche thing to hear but it is true. You have so much talent and you just need to believe in yourself. The rest of us do.
We had so much fun at Grandpa's lake house. Some fish were probably not too happy that we visited though!
Of course the highlight of the summer was our trip to Hilton Head. I had so much fun hanging out with you guys on the beach. It was soooo hot! Remember how quickly we tried to walk across the sand to get to the beach? Remember that really windy day when we could actually watch the sand blow across the beach and pile on to all of our clothes?
Remember the cookout your dad coordinated at our house? Remember kayaking at night? And seeing the dolphins? Remember all the swimming we did? And remember how relieved we all were that none of use (at least none of us who put sun screen on!) got sunburned?
Love, Mom
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