Since the end of football season (for Finnan, when the Saints lost in the play-offs), Finnan has been talking about baseball. He is a baseball fanatic. Why? I don't know. Neither Atticus or I have any interest or skill in baseball. My parents took him to his first game less than a year ago and since then he has been hooked. He loves batting off of his tee and pretending he is a "glover" (I think that is too sweet to correct).
I made sure our trip to Florida coincided with a baseball game. As luck would have it Georgia played Stetson three times while we were in Florida. Finnan made it to two of those games and also went to his first basketball game. (Jude still has not been to a game. All of them were during nap or bedtime and I know all too well what happens to Jude when we miss one of those.) When Finnan was not at one of those games he was playing ball. My dad spent hours (that is, hours each day) playing baseball with the boys in the backyard. It is no wonder my children adore their Paw-Paw. Below are some photos from their baseball adventures.
|At a game with Paw-Paw.|
|Beat after the game (after two late nights and a missed nap). Five minutes after this photo he was in the backyard playing baseball again.|
|Loving the tee.|
|Even Jude now has a real swing.|
|After the games, Finnan wanted to forgo the tee. "Real baseball players don't use the tee, Mommy." Amazingly, he was able to hit the ball when it was pitched to him.|
Both my dad and brother were ball players, so I guess it could just be in his blood. I think I will be spending some Saturdays this summer watching 3 year olds attempt organized tee-ball games.