Play Ball!

Nothing can get between a boy and his baseball









I want a pitch'r, not a belly itch'r...









My tough guy look at the plate












Talking with my agent, or maybe just papa












Working on my arm...notice I'm not left handed









Hmmm...do you think mommy would notice if I throw this at a vase or a doggie?



Lately, I have been obsessed with all things baseball. I have been wanting to play outside (still pretty chilly) and in the the house.
So my mommy and daddy surprised me with my very own baseball glove, softer 'hardball' and red and blue waffle baseballs. I was soooooooo excited. I all ready have a tee ball set, so my game is now complete.
I kept asking my daddy where his ball and glove were. Then was stumped on why he would have it out in the garage. I insisted he needed to get it from such a cold and dark place, but he didn't. Just not the place for such a prized possession.
It won't be long, before I will be big enough and strong enough to play real ball with my daddy!