There are several ultra-low tide days this summer, and we went cruising for critters last weekend. Blue and Green brought their "science notebooks," and we investigated (read: tormented) star fish, crabs, sea slugs, and other sticky creatures.
Here's a picture of the boys in a tidepool:
A picture of Blue:
Reason #2: We have great baseball
We have gone to the stadium twice this summer. The boys would say that the best parts are the seventh-inning stretch, ice-cream, french fries, and asking "who's winning?" over and over.
A cheaper and even more exciting option is going to the boys' T-ball practices. This is T-ball anarchy -- rules don't apply. Wanna tag a player out even if you don't have the ball? Sure, why not? Feel like sitting down on the third base line to play with the dirt? OK! The boys' favorite part of practice is seeing Liz, their coach. I've noticed that there are an awful lot of dads in the bleachers appreciating Liz, too.
Here's a warm-up:
Here's Green at bat:
And here's Blue:
Beaches and baseball, what more do you need?
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The boys look great. And I can already tell them apart. Blue has the more cerulean tint and Green is a bit more verdant.
We still look back fondly on the beaches we crossed last time we visited. Here's hopping we can get back up there soon.
But baseball? C'mon. That's a dead sport. Why aren't the boys in soccer cleats?
Ha! The boys aren't in soccer cleats, because when they took their first lesson they said it was only "medium fun." Maybe you could convince them otherwise. We're up for any safe-ish sport that will get them both scholarships to college.
M and I were remarking that you and Judy were with us for low tide in, what, 1998? Crazy that almost a decade has passed.
Other reasons the boys aren't in soccer cleats are a.) that their father has no pedal dexterity and b.) he gets overwhelmingly bored during 0-0 soccer matches between Paraguay and Chad. The conversation goes like this:
Blue: What teams are playing?
Me: Paraguay and Chad
Green: Which team's the home team?
Me: I have no idea
Blue: Which team's winning?
Me: It's tied. Neither team has scored.
Green: You mean the game has just started?
Me: No, it's almost over.
Blue: Then why haven't anyone scored yet?
Me: I have no idea.
Now, imagine having this conversation every minute or two during a 3-hour event.
Well no one said it was exciting to watch for little kids. Although baseball can't be much better.
Kid: What's happening?
Dad: The guy that throws the ball is waiting for the guy who catches the ball to tell him how to throw the ball.
Kid: When's he going to throw it?
Dad: He's now trying to convince the other guy at first that he's not going to throw it.
Kid: But he's not throwing it.
Dad: Yes, but the guy at first doesn't know he's not going to throw it.
Kid: Now what is he doing?
Dad: He stepped off the rubber because the guy at first figured out he wasn't going to throw it.
Kid: What's a rubber?
Dad: Uhm. I'll tell you later.
Kid: Now is he going to throw it?
Dad: Yep, pretty soon.
Kid: Hey he threw it. He threw it! Now what happens?
Dad: The guy who caught it throws it back.
Kid: What's happening?
Dad: The guy that throws the ball is waiting for the guy who catches the ball to tell him how to throw the ball.
(At least soccer only lasts 2 hours--not three. Baseball could theoretically go on forever. And occasionally it seems that it does.)
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