Grabber

We had our first tball practice last night.

It was, as expected, hilarious.

We need to practice some more at home. 

JJ is great at throwing.

He's learning catching, doing alright.

When batting, he doesn't want to follow through - wants to stop as soon as the bat makes contact with the ball. But he's 4, and this is his first time - he'll learn.

He loved every minute of it.

Also, if you look close, you can see my giant pregnant self in the reflection of JJ's helmet.

:)

Here's his team.

Lime Green!

(That's their color…I don't know if they get a name, but they've got a color.)

At the end of practice, the team ran the bases a few times. 

JJ noticed that cutting across the infield would put him ahead of the pack, so he did.

Hilarious.

We told him he had to step on every base for it to count.

So from then on, he did. 

This baby is due in 20 days.

I can't breathe.

I'm always winded.

I can't sleep.

Bending over is an impossibility.

So everywhere I go around the house, I make sure I have my handy, dandy grabber.

It makes tasks take somewhere around 6x longer, but I don't care. 

I use it for everything. 

In WalMart, or out and about, I use my son.

He becomes my real, live grabber. 

And I keep a stool with me, so that if I REALLY have to bend over, I just take a seat instead. 

We're almost there.

Which is good, because it's getting nice outside and I don't know how much longer I'll be able to reach to shave my legs.