A little while back I stocked up on bats, balls, and other outside play stuff.  I realized we didn't have any left because somebody's rotten dogs had eaten them *all.  Now that the weather is out of the 100s, my kids will spend hours and hours outside, and I will do anything to further that!  (That's why Addie has my serving spoons outside in a muddy pit beside the shed.  She's "cooking.")

It didn't take the boys long to suck Daddy into before-work pitching sessions:

I love watching all my boys, making memories of playing together.  And I love being married to a man who'll let his coffee get cold on the fence post so that he can throw the ball to his boys.  Sweet fall memories!  Someday I'll be watching my little boys do the same thing with their boys . . .

*Since then, somebody's dog ate the shock collar and was able to wander around the yard one night, "shopping" for balls, which he then took back to the side yard and devoured.  We still have a few left, although I don't have high hopes they'll last long.  It's a little scary what a mastiff can eat.