Old Ballgame

ONE...

TWO...

 THREE...

STRIKES! 

They're out!

At the Old Ballgame.

Batter Up...

 

ONE...

 TWO... 

 THREE...

They're out! AGAIN!

And now I'm typing frantically to finish the post before they awake and watching the pictures upload at torturous speeds...

Last week I managed to get the three "little ones" down for a nap and even had some overlap (about 45 minutes).  My pride drove me to attempt to capitalize on Luke's suggestion of "I'm tired too" and get all four in sync, if only for moments.  I soon realized Luke's plan was a hoax after reading 5 books and then moved him back out to the living room to proceed before his excitement and endless array of questions and expressions woke the unusually grumpy Augustine.

God is good! George is stirring. Just enough time to finish up the post as Luke zooms practice laps in the front room jumping from rug to rug.

Rest in peace.