Get Out and PLAY EventDay 25
Playing ball is a ritual of passing around here. As farsighted as I can recall my home has been fans of baseball. Not the form that takes aim at a stadium {although we do wish that, too}, but rather the sort that takes space in the backyard, the park, and sometimes, in our living room. For us, baseball is some more than playing - Its a big way to run on hand-eye coordination, dexterity, and teamwork, amongst other things.
Showing posts with label living room. Show all posts
Showing posts with label living room. Show all posts
Monday, July 18, 2011
Step! Grand Slam Baseball - Rave and Review
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Fetch My Flying Monkeys: Max** Update
From sentence to time I've felt compelled to publish here on good subjects but I have always hesitated because I love this place has become a point where people get to joke or cast their eyes at my craziness. But some stories need to be told, and yet though this story belongs to my friend Amy and her little dog Max, I've been entrusted to say it.
Amy got Max as a small pup when Jack was nearly two years old.
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