The Dart Catchers
9 AM and my home was a war zone.
*Star Wars* zone, to be more specific.
Bullets and lasers and screaming and punching.
It was everything.
I could watch this real life hysterical battle imagination drama for hours.
But, duty calls.
And part of being a wife to a pitcher with four kids is always being ready (and excited - for real, I love it) to throw with your man. So, we cleaned up the darts, and the weapons, and the masks, and the shields, and we spent much of our Saturday in the sunshine. A light game of catch was on the schedule and we got it all in - just barely - without a huge meltdown from our teething, grumpy baby.
At least one of us is smiling!
Make that TWO of us!
No, make it three! You KNOW Ella Mae is squealing and screaming and going nuts with a gigantic silly grin on her face right then.
I love you, my wild and crazy family!
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