August 24

This is what I see when I walk up the steps from the garage these days.

It varies from moment to moment, of course, depending on which hat is being used and if the gloves are in or out of the baseball bags, but this is the general idea.

And although it should probably annoy me it doesn't, because it's a snapshot of what life is like at our house these days; it's emblematic of the truth that baseball is a big (big) part of our lives. And it reminds me that a pair of amazing, wonderful boys live (and are clearly quite comfortable) here.

I know the next few years will fly by; they certainly did for Abby. So I'll savor the sights and the moments as they come, even if they're messier than I may ordinarily like.