Papa tomato and baby tomato were walking down the street. The baby tomato started lagging behind so the papa tomato stepped on the baby tomato and said:
Ketchup.
I have started a million posts but could never follow through without pictures. I still haven't found my stone-aged battery sucking camera but I pirated some photos from my parents' computer today. I have some catching up to do myself.
During the month of May, Iwa was tearing up the T-ball field. One of the teachers at the tiny private church school where she attended Preschool had a moment of insanity and decided to start a T-ball team for 4 to 6 year olds.

It was a hit and they had enough of a turnout to have a boy's team and a girl's team.

I learned that there is no hustle in this child whatsoever. She moseys to the bases.

I also learned that Kawika is really ready to play something organized. He really really wanted to be the one who had the T-ball game. (but he can be temporarily distracted by blue suckers)

It was crazy trying to get to games with everyone fed and hydrated and present but we did it and I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a wild ride with these three but bring it on.