t-ball

Scott doesn't like to use the T, he would rather the ball be pitched to him.  He wanted me to throw the ball the other morning but after a few times he realized I wasn't a very good pitcher.  So he put an imaginary ball in my lap to throw.   He was perfectly entertained hitting an imaginary ball. 

He needs his Grandparents.

Kiana said to me yesterday, "I wish you were like other moms and didn't fall down."   I think she worries about me falling.  Whenever I look like I might lose my balance she always reaches out to me.