The Eighth Cake Start 2018
She’s a vallerina. With a V. Don’t you forget that. Her new craze has her dancing all over everything and everywhere and at anytime. But for the most part, if she’s gonna dance, she has to be in uniform. Her tutu is her most prized possession now. Ay!
Adam always said that by the time he was 7 years old, he knew he’d play Major League Baseball. He was right. Maybe there’s something to this and in a few years, we’ll have a professional ballerina on our hands! Time shall tell but for now, yesterday:
He threw well, managing to only give up 5 hits and one run in eight innings. It’s the second time in three games that he’s gone eight. Not to shabby Daddy. We love watching you! (Check out Bearett sitting far right, up close to the net. He LOVES watching Dad and yelling at him to “punch him out, Dad!!!!”
Good job Dada!
He touched 95 last night and any time we get velocities at or above 95, my little family and I do a little dance. A ballerina dance, you ask?! Ha!
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