Saturday marked the beginning of softball season... our first! Danny grew up playing ball and is famous (infamous?) for his "tomahawk" swing , and I spent a lot of my childhood watching the Seattle Mariners. For Alyssa, Parker and I, however, this was our first foray into little league - or rather, a very low-key version sponsored by our local parks and rec. Reagan was a great little cheerleader, and the big kids had a blast. The only dark spot of our day was waiting for us on the countertop when we arrived home:
Wolfie's bowl, sans Wolfie. The goldfish Parker won at a fall carnival decided he'd had enough of life in a bowl... and jumped out. Needless to say, this story doesn't have a happy Nemo ending. Fortunately none of the kids were particularly attached to their pet, and Wolfie took a rather unceremonious trip from the countertop to the trash can.