Summer Chores are Hard

We started a chore chart this week. After about two days, Hayes said he didn 't really like it and he's tired of folding his own blanket-which is the easiest thing on his list. Yeah, I'm tired of folding that blanket too. I guess he better get used to it. I'm pretty much a slave driver.

They didn't seem to mind this particular chore so much. How often does the car need to be washed?

Summer is in full swing around here, and we're trying to soak up every minute. We've already finished a session of swimming lessons. The best part is that Asher finally got to participate in his own class and not just watch from the sidelines. And you know that means I got to sit in a chair in the sun all by myself for 30 uninterrupted minutes nine days in a row. I love swimming lessons. A lot.

We Heart the Yankees

After skipping the whole baseball scene last year, the boys were really excited to play again. And holey moley what a difference a year makes. We have a little catching up to do, to say the least. But they have an awesome coach and have made up some serious ground. They're both doing waaay better than I even thought possible during the first practice. And I can't believe how much fun it is to watch them play. The amazing thing is that for a coach pitch team that isn't even supposed to keep score, they've won every single game. Ask them:) Dax with a totally powerful base hit

Hayes right at home in right field. I swear that's what I always played too. So again, maybe sometime soon they'll start to take after their dad where sports is concerned...

Trying out second base

Bless his heart, the coach even had enough patience to let Hayes try catching. Slightly painful to watch, but everyone's gotta start somewhere, right?

And last, but certainly not least, the infamous Crotch Shot. Because Real Men and Ball Players don't care who's looking.