Many things come to mind when I picture springtime in Michigan:
Walks through the park on days warm enough to leave the coats behind...



Mama geese protecting their nests...

The trees transforming from bare branches to sensational flowering blossoms...



Fluffy puff-ball ducklings following along on a first adventure...

But nothing says "Spring" like the start of the baseball season. Owen has moved up from t-ball to the next level, and it's finally getting exciting to watch.

These boys can hit the ball. I mean, really hit it.

Gone are the days of throwing rocks and chasing each other around the infield. These boys pay attention, just waiting for their chance to field a grounder and throw it to first.

The younger kids love coming to the games, too, for entirely different reasons:
Cuddling with Grandpa:

Snacks on a blanket:

Picking flowers off of the trees and watching them float away:

Shortly before the game ended, the clouds parted just a bit and we got to say goodnight to the sunshine.

So we lost 4-13. No worries-this is only the beginning and we're just getting warmed up.

Love it! That's pure Michigan :) I can't wait to go to one of Owen's games now that they're not quite so b o r i n g! LOL. Good job on the blog! xoxox,
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Gorgeous. Now what's it gonna take for Jason to agree to a DSLR? Cause babe, YOU NEED ONE!
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