Night baseball games for kids wear me out. Last night I froze the seat of my britches off on those cold metal bleachers. It felt like October football weather. Everyone was bundled up. The game was in the 4th inning when we left at 10:00 p.m. But, Wow! You should see 12 year old George, pitch; he's destined for the majors.
This evening we are heading south for 12 year old Austin's game. At least it is at a decent hour. Madison will be 12 in a few weeks; that's 3, 12 year olds in our family. Back then it seemed like pregnancy was contagious amongst our girls. Three daughters will be calling for advice this year, I'm sure of it.
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