T-Ball Time

Spring means one thing... baseball, or t-ball for us. Dayton started t-ball a few weeks ago, and now he is officially a Pirate. They play twice a week and Dayton loves it. They practice for the first half and then play another team, where they all hit and then take the field. We are happy that soccer ended because between Dayton and Kyle we are on a ball field 5 time a week, but Camrie and I are the best fans.

Here is Dayton's team getting ready to go hit.

Hitting the ball, he crushed it.

Running to first...

Safe at first base with both feet.

Kyle and some of the other dad's stand around the field to help tell the kids what to do, here he is the first base coach.

Out in the field ready for the ball.

When the ball is hit there are 8 kids all running to get it. That is the whole team except the first basemen, and sometimes they go after it too. It is really fun to watch.

Pre-school Graduate

Last night Dayton officially graduated pre-school. His teacher had a little program where the kids sang some of the songs they learned through the year about their letters and numbers. It was so cute and fun and Dayton's favorite part was that he got a bag of candy.

Here is Dayton and his teacher Ms. Misty. Now he is ready for Kindergarten.

Here is the class singing one of their songs.

Mr. Tough Guy

We tried to tell Dayton to tell people he had been in a fight and that is how he got this black eye, but he would not go for it. So the truth is he was playing on some bars at the grocery store while I was checking out and fell hard right to the floor. I did not see it, but heard it and thought I was going to have to take him to the ER. There was no bleeding, just a huge bump on his left eye. He took it like a champ after a few cries and screams, and even got a free candy bar.


These pictures do not do justice to what it really looks like, but it was the best we could get. It was a huge bump and he could only open that eye half way.

I thought this picture was too cute not to add. This is my little man, all beat up and still smiling for the camera.

Our Monkey

When I get ready in the morning Camrie is always with me. She likes to get into things and usually ends up with some make-up on. So one day last week she yells to me from my closet, "look mom, I a monkey". I say ya ya and keep doing my hair. Then a little louder she says it again till I look in and see her hanging from a bar.

Doesn't she look so sweet and innocent... But really she is yelling at me to watch her.

Here it starts

Ta-da. Here is our monkey.

After she gets off she laughs and says, "hahaha, mom I so funny, I a monkey, want do it again, again, again"? Until I say yes then she starts all over again. She thinks she is so funny.

I wonder who she learned it from...