My family and I were were invited to the grand opening of Legoland Florida. It was awesome! Cool rides, great stores, entire cities built out of Lego… Words can’t describe how incredible this place is! (But video and photographs could probably do the trick!) Here you go:
Visit their website for all the info!
But in T-Ball…there’s plenty!
Just a week after Bean’s first big hit, he experienced the dark side of T-Ball: Striking out. He was not happy. Not at all.
See, Bean loves to run. The smile on his face as he plows toward first base is one of the greatest sights in the world. When he steps safely on the bag, and the crowd (mostly me) is screaming at the top of their lungs, he knows that he has done well and he is very proud.
But here’s the problem with T-Ball: If you don’t hit the ball, you don’t get to run.
Yesterday, Bean didn’t hit the ball. He missed the first two pitches and flubbed the next two off the T. That’s it. Four tries and you sit back down. Those are the rules, no exceptions. So, instead of running to first like a 45 inch tall Forrest Gump, Daniel was sent back to the dugout…hitless. That’s when the tears started.
Yesterday I watched my son play his first T-Ball game. He nailed a pitch that came right down the middle for a base hit. A PITCH! It wasn’t even off the T. The coach threw the ball at the plate and my barely 5-year-old son swung and hit the ball. It was an incredible moment.
Incredible for him because he got a hit! A good one too! You could see how happy he was with himself as he moved his little body as fast as he could toward first base. The over-sized batting helmet made him look like a life-sized bobble-head doll as he pumped his skinny little arms back and forth. As he ran by my camera the grin on his face went from ear to ear. He was joyous, and I was there.
It was, by far, the best game I ever saw.
Today is my 10 year wedding anniversary. And it was perfect.
It began with this incredible blog post that my wife published recounting our post 9/11 wedding. It was the best gift I have ever received from anyone. I saw it at work and had to fight back tears when I read her heartfelt description of our friendship, our love, and our life. It was perfect.
Then she surprised me at work with my favorite drink from Starbucks: A “Triple Venti Cappucino with Whipped Cream.” I call it a “Leo” becasue it’s what Leonardo DiCaprio drinks. She had a “Blake.” It was a special surprise and it was perfect.
When we picked out our wedding rings ten years ago we both had “Baby I Love You” inscribed inside. The lady at the jewelry store suggested I get my wedding date instead so I would “never forget.” (What kind of douchebag forgets their wedding day?)
Ten years after putting a ring on my wife’s finger inscribed with “Baby I Love You,” I gave her this one:
Inside I had it engraved with just one word…
FOREVER.
Perfect.
My wife was looking at dresses in Express. My son was looking UP dresses in Express.
What do you think made my wife more upset, that my son was peeping up a mannequin’s skirt, or that I stopped to take a picture of it?
