Our child is obsessed with baseball, in a way that I never thought possible at only 19 months. All he sees is a glimpse of a baseball field on the tv or in a book or magazine and he loudly proclaims "Baseball!!" with much gusto. Cole loved going to spring training every weekend this year, but it was a little bit of a nightmare now that he can walk or run shall I say. How does a toddler with short little legs run so freakin' fast?
The highlight of every day is playing catch with Daddy, Mommy's not nearly as good at it or has the patience to play it for hours like Daddy. He recently received his own mitt at the Cubbies vs Dbacks game at the end of spring training. His eyes lit up as soon as John presented it to him. He's still having a rough time figuring out which way it goes on his hand, but he loves it nonetheless.
Every day I hope that perhaps today will be the day that is not completely centered around baseball. But alas, no such luck. The first word out of his mouth in the morning is "baseball" well, except for the days where it's "waffle." He may look like his mama, but he is his father's son. Baseball, baseball, baseball....
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