Get Your Game Face On

Official t-ball pics just came back yesterday. Our coach handed our packages to me and said, “I think BigBrother’s is the best picture in the whole bunch.”

That either meant that he was looking particularly adorable and sweet — which he is — or that he busted out one of the many faces that he is known for. If you’ve met him, you’ve seen one. He’s full of them. Lots of them. He’s got a face for every possible emotion. And usually he has multiple faces per emotion. He’s a very heart-on-his-sleeve kinda kid. Or, you know, his face as the case might be!

So, I took a look at BigBrother’s picture… and laughed out loud.

I wish I could approach all of the issues in my life with such blatant confidence. He’s all, “T-ball? Imma smash you into next week. You can’t handle this!”

LittleBrother, on the other hand, is considerably less… uh… high-strung than his brother. He approaches t-ball with a very relaxed attitude. If he wants to be on the field, he kind of saunters out there, slowly yet surely. When he’s done because it’s hotter than Hades, he slowly meanders off the field. When he hits the ball, he slowly runs but mostly walks to first base. He is his own person and we love him just the same.

So different, but so awesome.