|And don't forget cousin William|
You throw fairly well. Not much aim yet. When you concentrate you can hit the baseball off the tee very well. The key being if you concentrate. If not you are spinning around like a ballerina. Pa told you that he put a little man on top of the baseball and you had to knock him off. You hit it to the outfield. Pa was so proud. I don't think I have ever seen you catch anything. During the first game you hit the ball and ran all the bases. Like right past the runner on second and third. Ran through home and then went back to first with all the coaches yelling and all of us laugh/crying on the sidelines.
We finally made it into our new house! (After lots of stress on my part and mild complaining on your part.) I wanted to make our first night extra special. So I told you that we could sleep where ever you wanted. You decided that you wanted to have a slumber party; watch movies (you don't like movies this actually meant that we watched DVR'd episodes of the Octonauts and Jake and the Neverland Pirates), eat popcorn, and sleep on the couch. You insisted that I bring the "pouf" (aka ottoman) from the other room so we would both have one on the den couch together. You called it "our pouf party". Just when you were about to fall asleep on the couch you asked to go cuddle upstairs in my bed. We played hookie that next day. Which you have now asked several times to do again. I made "scratch" pancakes shaped as a "W" which you think are the best breakfast ever. I made so many that you asked me to call Gammy to eat with us. Gammy was so shaken up by the 12 hours we spent without her (we had dinner with everyone the night before) that she was over in two seconds.
|Sleeping angel on our first night|
I love you infinity.