Tuesday, June 29, 2010


Carson and Cooper are playing baseball.  Coach pitch and T-ball, respectively.  But don't think they don't take it just as seriously as big leaguers.

Coop.  Really a pretty effective spectator at his brother's games.

Carson at third base.  Those socks are two inches thick and more suitable for mountain climbing in the Himalayas than baseball in Tulsa.  I don't make him wear them anymore.

Last minute batting instructions.  Coaches at this level must have saved up Patience all their lives to do this (voluntary!) job.

Carson doesn't know how to walk anywhere on a baseball field.

 Made it to second.  I can't wait for him to steal a base!
Cooper's in T-ball.  He chases the ball no matter what position he's in.  Come to think of it, they're not really particular about positions in T-ball.

When do kids learn they're all on the same team?

My great-nephew Stetson.  No, he's not a baseball player, but he deserves to have his photo here.  Just because.

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Monday, June 14, 2010


Today I messed around with the settings on my camera.

There's one or two I like.
And some good photos, too.

And one that I'm sure could be mistaken for my youngest brother...about 40 years ago.

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Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Hey ya'll

I know, I know.  Been a good long while since I actually formed a sentence out here.  I could probably bore you a long time with all the reasons I haven't posted, but that would be, um boring.

Maybe I'll get the notion to start posting more.  I think the first step to that notion might be establishing some kind of writing schedule.  I've heard from big-dog bloggers that scheduling works.  Hmmm...

For now, here are are couple of recent pics so you'll know we are indeed alive and kickin'...mostly just kickin'.

Photo session at Woodward Park.  Cooperative as usual.

Took my boy to the Drillers' game...just him and me.  And sweat.

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