The boys had their first t-ball practice last night. The whole thing was disgustingly adorable. Not just my own boys, but the other kids. The boy who skipped first base entirely and ran straight to second. The tiny one who hit them out of the (admittedly small) park and caught a line drive. I gotta remember his name for when he's famous one day. Tonight's the first game, so expect a much longer, more detailed post tomorrow with tons of pictures. They're going to be wearing baseball pants. I may faint from all the cute.
