Twins and T-Ball

Jonah, the T and the Coach

Smile, Ethan!

Ethan is #10 and Jonah is #2

After the game: Ethan and Jonah!

I can no longer call the twins the boys. Asher informed me that "the boys" means "Ethan, Jonah AND Asher" so, the boys are not doing T-ball: the twins are. Although, when I was growing up (since I am also a twin) I hated being put into a category such as "the twins". I felt that I lost my own identity somehow. So, we will not be calling the boys the twins. We will be calling them I don't know what. All I know is that it won't be the twins. It will probably be: the-boys-but-not-Asher.

The-boys-but-not-Asher are in t-ball. A friend from the ward called and asked us if Ethan and Jonah wanted to play along with her son. She was lonely and needed someone to talk to during the hour and a half games each Saturday for eight Saturdays, plus practices. We had been wanting to put the-boys-but-not-Asher into something for a while, so I jumped at the chance. They are just adorable in their little uniforms and hats and they love it also! I helped be a base coach last week and loved giving little boys (and a few girls) high fives as they rounded the bases, or missed the bases all together. T-ball is pretty funny. No outs. No score. Everyone gets a turn to hit. And snacks and the end of the game. Enjoy the pictures!

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