I mentioned before, that my kids love playing baseball. Our rule (because we live in town and close to other houses) is, that they can only play with a wiffle ball and wiffle bat in the back yard. The only exception to the rule is if their daddy is playing with them and he can hit them grounders or pop flies for practicing their fielding. On Mother's Day, Jacob wanted to show his Grandma Fuller that he can swing on his own now. So I sent both boys outside with their Grandma Fuller and next thing I know, Jacob is screaming. It was getting chilly out, so Grandma Fuller went to the car to grab a jacket and when she came back, Jacob was hurt. The boys had started playing "real" baseball, with a "real" baseball (not a t-ball, they are softer) in the back yard as soon as she left for the car. Jacob was looking at the dog next door and Jordan hit a line drive to Jacob and Jacob literally, didn't see it coming. Our first black eye ever! I was calm, he was freaked out. We applied ice for 15 minutes and it looked worse than the above picture ( I didn't think to journal it until a few days later). I am thankful he is fine and that after having BOYS for 9 years, that this is the worst thing that I have encountered in the injury department!
2025 Alternative Christmas Card
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