...Way out where the dandelions grow....

This year is Logan's second year playing tee-ball. A few things have changed.... he has a cool jersey, and his team actually plays games against other teams.
Logan is getting so good at scooping up those ground balls and has a pretty good arm.
At yesterday's game, one of the dads hooked the team up with black paint to keep the glare down.
What a handsome kid!
Logan plays tee-ball just like he does most other things... whilst imagining he is doing something else:) What a space cadet... like father... like grandfather........
But when it comes to smacking that ball, he does it blindfolded.
Gee.... what cool holes on the helmet.....
Yes Bern, he is a Yankee.... not quite sure what the ' is all about.
By the end of the third inning, Logan was pretty tired. According to his awesome coach, he took the hardest hit of the entire game. Last inning, he was on the pitcher's mound and took one right to the chest.... and caught it, threw it to first before the runner got there! What a stud. Maybe he will be good at baseball like Grandpa Allen.
Some of the sights near the field... must be what it feels like to play in prison.
The blossoms are all gone but the bank tree leaves are still beautiful to me.
Almost feels like America.