We didn't go downtown this year, no big surprise. We haven't made it to an opening day since Amandine was little. The loudest cheer that was heard from the game on Friday wasn't for Paws or any play on the field, but one from the sky as the sun emerged. Personally, Baseball can wait till May to begin, if only for the warm afternoon games.I forgot that it was opening day, although I don't know why. So when Chris came out with his Jersey, it was so cute to see Thierry recognize "baseball". I immediately jumped up, ran into his room, flung open the closet door to pull out the Jersey we purchased almost 3 years ago for him. He squealed with delight, and promptly walked around like the King, then went and found a bat to practice his swing.
2 comments:
I'd be careful with that bat in the livingroom! If he's anything like Uncle Wayne, he's bound to break something with a bat... MW broke the sliding door. I'd hate to see your TV break.
How cute! Trey loves baseball too and he's actually good (phew)
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