Hunter and his two-year-old cousin can’t seem to get enough of baseball.
Sometimes it feels like I am constantly prying gloves, balls, and bats out of their hands, and I’m beginning to conspire that those items have some sort of magnetic attraction to the house (as it seems like no matter how often I throw them in the yard, they always end up back inside!)
They’re actually both really good at pitching and batting, which has amazed me for years now.
I remember Hunter, when he had just turned two, could hit an over-sized stuffed ball probably one pitch out of five. (Now if you’re trying to get into the pros that’s not the best batting average, but for a barely-two-year-old, it’s not bad).
His cousin Anthony, too, has been a sports enthusiast since he could crawl, and was throwing spiral passes with a football when he was ten months old.
But, sports enthusiasts or not, the boys had fun tossing a ball around in the yard today.
It was a chilly day (60 degrees and cloudy) but they were so busy running around I don’t think they really noticed.
“Thou hast a mighty arm: strong is thy hand, and high is thy right hand.”
Hunter is 4 years, 2 months old