I may not have a digital camera, but I have a flip video!
My fondest memories of anything related to baseball can be boiled down to...not peanuts...but colored pistachios. I went to a Red Sox game with my best friend MD with our middle school teacher Mrs. Carr. MD religiously kept score (as she still does now), and I enjoyed my fingers getting dyed with pistachio shells. I bet your bottom dollar that MD could probably tell you both the opposing team and the score of that game, and I can clearly remember sitting in the back seat of our teacher's car with red stained hands, talking about how her sister pretends to lose her license so she can get "re-do" pictures. I've been to many other games throughout my life, but I'm sad to say that if pressured, I couldn't name you more than 3 players on the Sox's current roster. Okay, maybe 1. And, well, no one in Atlanta can name anyone on the Braves. Just kidding!
I am from New England, but I don't ski, and even more embarrassing, I don't watch baseball. I "follow" the Sox in score, but unless I am at a game, cannot sit through a broadcast, which is why if Felix ever decides to put his good arm in use and opt for t-ball or baseball, I may need to practice my excited face. But we won't be pressuring him into any sport too soon (organized sports for toddlers? Read this interesting piece from the NY Times.)
This kid can launch a block. (And bite a friend.) We tried to get it on camera a couple of times--the throwing, not the biting...and I include the unabridged version so you can see my other son steal my PB&J, and then hear us adults comment on it, and then not only give it back to me, but then ask for it back again. Ah, toddlers. And at the end, I do think I said "oh my gosh, please don't be a baseball player..."
Which means, he'll be a baseball player.
And I'll learn to love it. And ask MD how to keep score.
And the 2nd video was taken after school one day. I think Miles brings a new meaning to "love him to death." Good thing Felix thinks it's funny, because if their birth order was flip-flopped, there would be a lot more tears...
I'm sorry...but there is nothing sweeter than little baby and toddler giggles. Well, maybe butterfly sneezes (Old Turtle anyone?)