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Last weekend we had a tournament. We worked hard. And I don't mean just the boys. We had gate admissions, scoreboard and concessions to run. There were 16 teams at three different fields. Yikes. I slept all day Monday!

The boys did great. They made it to the semi-finals, but then had 6 of their players take off to basketball camp, so in that last game, they had players in really weird places. Like....Zach was playing first base. Yeah. They had 4 errors the first inning and by the second inning were behind 8-0. But they battled back and the game ended with them losing 10-14. I was proud of them.

So, the kittens are getting big. Gotta get some pictures of them soon. Poor little Snickers is ready to be done. And I think she eats her weight in food every day! The babies are adorable, though.

Tomorrow morning we're off to Eugene for a tournament. At least this time I don't have to run any concessions!

Wish us luck. Lots of baseball photos on the flicr site. I learned how to get my camera to take those continuous shots, so I went a little overboard at our last game. 300+ pictures of one game. Oh well, uploading is free.

Summer is just flying by.....



  1. I'll spend some time looking at the pictures on Flickr! Hope you get some rest. Missed talking to you and hope to see you in Chicago.

  2. Summer is really flying by. Sherri

  3. How was the tournament? We just got back from the weekend in VT and my aunt & uncle's 50th anniversary party. :)


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