a gypsy caravan

Trading Baseball Cards--Five Year Old Girl Style

Mary recently acquired a couple dozen baseball cards so she could trade with her brothers.

Overheard...

Christopher: Who will you give me for Rafael Palmeiro?

Mary: How about this catcher guy with the dark brown hair and handsome eyes?

Christopher (grabbing the card to read it) : That's Pudge Rodriguez. Are you sure you want to trade him 'cause I called no trade-backs.

Mary: Sure. His eyebrows are kind of strange anyway. Do you have any guys with red shirts?

Christopher: Ummm...no.

Mary: Do you have Baby Ruth?

Christopher: Ummm...no. Do you mean Babe Ruth? That card would be worth a lot of money.

Mary: Why?

Christopher: Because he was really good.

Mary: I thought Baby Ruth was a little girl.

Christopher: No, he wasn't a girl.

Mary: Well, that's kind of a dumb name for a boy. How about yellow shirts? Do you have any guys with yellow shirts?

Christopher: Sigh....

Drive! Drive on Down the Field...

...Men of the scarlet and gray;
        Don't let them thru that line,
        We have to win this game today,
        Come on, Ohio!
        Smash through to victory.
        We cheer you as you go:
        Our honor defend
        So we'll fight to the end for O-hi-o!

More songs here.
And the following is for Diane :)

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Christopher's Stitches

Ben and Chris were having a pick up game in our backyard the other day. Ben hit a line drive  which struck Christopher on the lower leg.  Unfortunately, Chris now has stitches.  No, not the kind of stitches you'd receive in the emergency room, thankfully.  Here are Christopher's stitches...

Yes, that is the imprint of the ball's stitches on his leg. It is a real wound in the shape of baseball stitches, not just something that went away after a couple of hours(the poor fellow!) Chris thought it was a pretty cool injury, as far as injuries go!  :)

Batter Up!

The boys in their new baseball uniforms.

Today is the first day of the new season! 

Sailing

 

Dig the pants?

I have been thinking about next summer (since today is 29 degrees with hurricane force winds!) Perhaps the boys might like to take sailing lessons, to get out there on Lake Erie and learn first hand the ways of Swallows and Amazons. I do not remember enough to teach them myself. Here Dad and I are sitting on the deck of the Hullabaloo, a Cal 25. Do you see McGarvey's Restaurant in the background? They served the best clams.

Miss you Dad.