There is someone holding a stick, forget what it is called.

There is someone else. There are holding a sphere a little smaller than a handful. They are 30 paces away from forementioned person holding stick.

The sphereperson (pitcher) hurls the sphere (baseball) at a great speed toward the “batter” AKA the “one who attempts to make contact at great speed with the sphere with the stick (bat)” .

The stick holder attempts to make contact with the forthcoming sphere. If he hits it into the designated “fair” zone he attempts to make it to a safety zone called a “base” which is 30 paces northeast of his current location before the ball arrives and is under control by the person under control of the “base”. If the person who struck the sphere gets there before the shpere hits the glove of the “firstbaseman” he is “safe”. Advancing past all three “bases” or “safe zones” to his original “home” plate counts as 1. The teams take turns at the this in 18 counted rotations or nine “innings”. The teams with the most 1′s or “runs” or “points” at the end of nine untimed intervals is the victor.

The main thing YOU need to worry about is the thrower of the sphere (pitcher) and the striker of the sphere (batter). There is a zone. Above the batters knees and below his nipple line that juts about two feet out from the ball hitters dominant hand. The zone is invisible. This imaginary area is called the “strike” zone. If the sphere thrower gets the sphere in that area even if the batter doesn’t even attempt to hit the ball it is called a “strike”. If the sphere is hurled outside the “strike zone” with the batter not making an attempt at hitting it is called a “ball”. If the batter attempts to hit the ball and misses it is always a strike. The little square area on those mock-up designs is the strike zone in which the sphere thrower is trying to aim the ball.

Three strikes and the ball hitter is “out”. There are 3 outs per half-inning of play 54 total per game 27 per team each game.

It’s longer and more boring than you may think. Beautifully simple and American.

There are more rules, but that is the gist of it.

Heath is playing with a purple clapper from New Year’s Eve. He’s holding it to the sky like Excalibur’s sword.

Now I’m wearing the Easter Bunny ears watching Audrey stack the blocks on the desk. Fun times.

Mom, I need a haircut. I looked in the mirror this morning and realized my Japanime hair had transitioned into Flock of Seagulls hair. For pictoral explanation see below:

My Hair turned from this:

Japanime Hair

To this:

Flock of Seagulls Hair

Mom, I need a haircut.  Bring the scissors.

He’s up to 18.5 pounds. Up .4 from last week.

Yeah, she's really doing that.

Little Gymnast

Audrey loving the “red bars” at JeffersonElementary.

Heath in the sunlight.

Heath in the Sunlight. Mara took this one this weekend. I love it.