Proud

I caught this moment of my husband running over to the dugout to praise our son for playing well today.  I love the look of pride and happiness on my son's face.  When he was catcher during the game, there was a play where he ripped off his helmet, ran up to home plate, and almost caught the ball to get the runner out!  It was SO close.  My son had a welt on his wrist from where the ball hit when he was trying to catch it.  Even though he missed, we were so proud of his readiness and how he was so "in the game" - totally paying attention and ready for that out.   He makes us so proud. :)

Reading

My son LOVES to read!  This afternoon, I looked up from the kitchen and couldn't find him... he was not playing on the floor of the living room with his brother anymore.  I went searching and found him lying in bed reading a library book.  He was covered up with his blankets and surrounded by stuffed animals.  It was so cute I could hardly stand it.  He just left the chaos in the living room/kitchen and went to have quiet time to read in his room.  That's awesome.  :)