If I had a videographer following me around today...

you would have seen some of the following scenes:

• Hamilton "diving" in the pool to get a ball over and over. This move kind of looks like he's drowning, so the first 30 minutes I spent a lot of time having mini panic attacks. He also kept trying to float on his back by himself. Proud of him :).
• Beckett making his daily show of "Why Mommy Shouldn't Trust Me with a Go-gurt."
• Me and the boys playing baseball at the park...it was non-contentious for 40 minutes. I'm not kidding!
• Hamilton hitting the ball straight up into the air and then hitting it again on the way down. It even got ooo's and ahhhh's from a couple passersby.
• Beckett pitching to Hamilton, and Hamilton being really sweet about it.
  
• Hamilton hitting a hard line drive straight into Beckett's leg. This then led to a clear example of what kind of parent I am: hug Beckett while simultaneously congratulating Hamilton on a good hit. "Run the bases! You didn't mean to hit him...he's ok!"
• Hamilton running those bases as if in a mirror world...they are apparently behind him. Hope that gets sorted out before t-ball.
• The boys eating a good dinner...hooray!
  
• Me and the little boys waiting for Alex on the porch.
• Beckett copying Alex's "chicken" impersonation.

I really, really wish I had more video of the boys. But two boys, two hands...it's just not always possible, especially when I'm pitching.