Field Day, TBall, and Sherman

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This turned out to be quite the busy week. In addition to the usual tball game, we had a day off school for Max, a half day event planned at Max’s school, and a weekend full of all sorts of manual labor. I did my best to capture the chaos, and I think it turned out alright.

First came Max’s day off, which came in the form of a teacher inservice day. He had to stay home with mommy, who doesn’t get days off. To keep him occupied, Christy let him invite a friend over from down the street. They hung out and watched a movie for a while, and Christy couldn’t resist sneakily taking a picture of them.


Separate couches. Good times.

On Friday, Christy and I availed ourselves of a rare vacation day so we could actually go see a movie. We didn’t get the full day off, though, since we needed to document (and volunteer for) the Field Day at Max’s school.


My role was limited to documentation.


The planners thought this obstacle course was going to be bigger. The kids didn’t seem to care.


I lost track of how many times monkey boy went through there.

As I scroll through photos, I occasionally find that I’ve captured one of Max’s inadvertently hilarious faces. I feel it is my duty as his father to make sure these photos are preserved for all time.


I showed this to him and he asked me to show all his friends. They all found it quite amusing.

They ran through that thing so many times I lost count, but eventually it was time for us to move inside the school for another activity.


Kicking soccer balls is always a good time.


As is throwing footballs.


And dancing. Lots and lots of dancing.

I actually had to leave just before Max got the chance to get on the real dance pads, but it was for a good cause. I brought back lunch so the three of us could sit down for a quick meal before Christy and I had to head out for our movie. The rest of the day went about as expected, and brought us right into the weekend, when we somehow managed to have dry enough weather to go to Owen’s game.


He loves this. I swear.


He runs pretty quick. Faster than his brother most days.

This particular game was one Owen has been looking forward to for quite some time. One of his friends from school also plays tball and this weekend was our game against his team.


He was playing third base this inning. They didn’t have time for small talk.

During the next inning, Owen moved over to first base. He made it his mission to get as many outs as he could, specifically mentioning that he wanted to get his friend out.


He actually managed a few of them, too.


I’m just going to post this one and pretend the ball stayed in his glove.

Max, as always, was thrilled just to be in attendance so he could cheer for his brother.


Yay Owen!

On the way out, Owen spotted his friend and asked if I would take a picture of the two of them together.



After the game we headed up to Sherman, as we’d promised to help take on the challenge of re-framing a shed. This being a very labor-intensive process, I didn’t get the opportunity to take very many photos. Fortunately, I did manage to get a quick video of the boys helping us out. We discovered at some point that the existing material on the shed was…well, let’s say soft. Soft enough that you could have some fun with it.

Shed Kickin’

Exactly what it sounds like.

We spent most of the day kicking down walls and getting new ones nailed up, but took a few breaks here and there so we could make sure the kids were entertained. Apparently somewhere along the way Owen got his hands on a piece of paper and a pen, and he decided to write a nice note for his aunt and cousin.


“Dear Tanner, I am a storm trooper. I will defeat you and your mom.”

I believe that’s the Death Star…


…and I’m pretty sure he means business.

It was an amusing and fruitful day for all involved, and on top of that everyone escaped without any major injuries. I’d call that a successful weekend.

If you want to check out the rest of the photos, you can click here. Otherwise we’ll see you next time!

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