Tadd played in a softball league over the summer, which was so fun to go watch. Tuesday nights became Corn Dog and Popcorn for Dinner nights. Deeeeelightful!
Samson was the sweetest when he'd call out for Tadd and cheer for him.
And if I didn't watch him closely enough he'd monkey climb up the fence so dang fast!
Poor little black eye! Even more sad is I can't remember how he got it. Serves me right for updating my blog six months later.