Walker's in his baseball glory days. He gets to play two games a week and, lately, we've been playing a lot at the Lewis house. He's certainly one of the more aggressive boys on the field in pee wee. Or pre-pee wee, actually (underhand coach pitch with aluminum bats and the soft baseballs - better than big bat like I was expecting). Anyway, Carla and I have both had to talk to him about not diving in front of other players to make the play. It's hard to tell him not to be aggressive, though, 'cause I don't want him standing out there letting balls roll by him either.
Last Sunday night in a family game, Walker took pretty wicked line drive off the leg from Aunt Andrea when he was playing 1st base. The next inning she hit another line drive right at him but he caught it for an out - sweet revenge. It basically drilled him in the stomach and he wrapped his arms around it.
Ellie's somewhat less interested in her games, so far as I can tell. She says she's having fun and does like to hit but doesn't pay any attention in the field. She tries to fill the ball up with dirt before throwing it back in - just for fun, I guess.
Anderson's probably just wondering why he has to sit outside in his stroller for an hour 4 nights a week. At least there's always snacks for him.
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