Tball season is officially over.
Zai got to play pitcher and first base (his favorite position) for his last game. He's number 9, running for the ball.
The other kids and I played with Joel and the camera.
He's been getting lots of kisses lately.
I've been shooting with my macro a lot lately. Love it.
I tend to be a mostly modest person in my day to day life. However, while nursing a baby at home, sometimes things are a little more loosey-goosey.
The kids have had a few things to say about it all. Things like:
* "That is really big."
* "Why are you letting him suck on that?"
(This just cracks me up. It must seem awful weird for your mom to just start shoving body parts into your baby brother's mouth.)
* "That white stuff is milk?!?"
When Joel was born, the other kids all had a cold. I was a mean mean mom who made them wait until they were well to hold him.
Everyone is now well and everyone is now wanting to hold this little boy every waking (and not so waking) moment of every day.
I do make them wait until he's awake, and unfortunately for the kiddos, Joel is in that newborn stage where he loooooves to sleep.
I'm having to limit these holding to once a day so I don't lose my mind with all of the asking.
Good times.
