In the spring, our family worships at the church of baseball.
I mean that with no disrespect, and with my tongue firmly in my cheek.
But in a sense, it's true. Baseball brings out the best (and sometimes the worst!) in people. For us, Little League season is truly a family affair.
I keep score.
Kinsey (who used to play but now says NEVER AGAIN) works in the snack shack and wanders around taking random photos.
And Callie? She digs in the dirt and sand with a stick. LOVE IT.