Wowie Zowie!

Is this impressive, or what? Collin built this all by himself, I swear. No, really, I swear. How, he figured out how to get the legos above his head, is beyond me. Sure, it toppled seconds after this picture, but that's beside the point. Also beside the point is the hours that we spent trying to recreate the same tower. He was obsessed with getting it equally as high. It was apparently a fleeting moment of glory.

Also fleeting, Collin's dreams of the big leagues. Daddy has been trying, since birth, to teach him to catch. Since he probably inherited both his Daddy's and my athletic coordination, he's got as much chance of making any athletic team as say, getting struck by lightening while winning a jackpot on both a scratcher and the lotto. But, Daddy's still trying. Usually, the ball smacks him in the chest, bounces to the ground, rolls away down the block and about six or eight seconds later is when the look of recognition crosses Collin's face and he makes some sort of reflexive gripping gesture with his fists. Poor kid.
Apparently, Bryon thought adding equipment, like a mitt, might help. It did not.

But they had fun playing. Sure, it looks fun. Except Collin got shwacked in the face with a ball. Thankfully, it was a whiffle. Mommy was relieved. I'm convinced that kid is made of rubber, so whatever. (P.S. don't the new backyard fences "look" nice. Don't touch them. They might distintegrate. They are made of wishes, hopes and dreams and maybe pixie dust and held together with some nothing. Ahhhh government contracts and the lowest bidder. Ahhh, not owning your home and not having to care that you don't have to maintain it.).

In other news, he's starting, gasp, preschool, on Tuesday. Sob. Weep. Gasp. Let me recollect myself.Seriously. I'm really having trouble with it. But, he's so ready; he nags a lot about it and a lot of his little friends are going missing about this time of year because they are in school. It's about time for him to explore the option. We'll see how it goes. Mommy is going to be brave. She is. She really is. He's so stinking excited. He talks about it non-freaking-stop.