Walter is photographed by a guy from the local weekly paper. We are forming a neighborhood association and the paper is doing a feature about it. The photographer asked for cute kids so I volunteered mine! The paper will be out in a couple of weeks. He shot some cute ones of Kayla and Lucy, too.
Walter uses a little body English to get the ball in the hoop. He and Granger have started playing a little ball lately and Walter is really excited about that. Granger is into ball because he's a Utah Jazz fan and the Jazz are leading the Golden State Warriors 3-1 in the playoffs. Game five tonight!
We passed through Rachel, Nevada, the other day. Rachel is the home of the Little A'le'inn -- the place on the edge of Area 51 where some believe a spacecraft crashed in the high desert. Area 51 is a U.S. government test range for various spy aircraft, and sitings of bizarre airborne craft are not at all unusual.
The aliens in this picture (except for one -- you guess which one) were used in movies about aliens and extraterrestrial events. We enoyed our visit at the little store, and souvenirs were enjoyed by all.
Walking in the park one spring a few years ago, my daughter – she must have been four or five – said “Mom! It smells like baseball!”
She was inhaling the intoxicating scent of newly mowed grass – and to us that means baseball.
Because there are 10 years between my oldest child and my youngest, the little ones spent many hours at events for their big brother. Little League is no exception.
My 16-year-old son, Granger, played from T-ball to Juniors in the Tri-Cities Little League in Cupertino. My youngest, Walter, was born on Opening Day 2001 – the only opening ceremony I ever missed during his career. Kayla, who is eight, spent many Saturdays with me on the bleachers.
Now it’s Walter’s turn to play, and his team had Opening Day 2007 last Saturday. We now live in the Cupertino American Little League boundaries, and will play our first game next weekend.
Kindergarten is more than half over. Today is the 100th day of school, and Walter's class is celebrating. Everyone was asked to bring in 100 of something to show. Walter originally wanted to bring in socks (he has that many loose socks, I'm sure), but we agreed on markers. This is what 100 markers looks like.
It's also what a boy who's almost six looks like, and one who is only going to be a kindergartener for a few more months. He's getting too big.