Sounds like a very exciting end to the season for Emmett. It will certainly be a season he will remember. And Matilda! Oh my, she is so expressive. What a cutiehead.

Go askye! When you look around graduate programs you see people of all ages. No rules, just right.

Beautiful job, Deena, and bookmarked of course.

I'm sitting at JFK waiting for my flight to board.

I'm sitting at LAX waiting for my flight to board.

Safe uneventful travels to both of you.

I've been keeping Kristin in my thoughts all day. I hope it has been a calm restful day. {{Kristin}}

Sorry the guys lost, Hec.

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains.

Emmett's friend Jack was temporarily distraught as he was the final batter for both of our losses, and popped up. But everybody played Pickle (a baseball game) for a half hour after the game so they weren't too crushed at all.

Pickle is basically a rundown drill - what happens when a runner gets caught between bases. (That player being in a Pickle.)

They've gotten into the habit of playing pickle after the games, win or lose. They kick off their cleats and run back and forth between two bases (made of kicked off cleats) and whoever gets tagged becomes a tagger. On the one hand, it's a drag for the parents because you've just spent four days driving out to Walnut Creek and you just want to go home. But on the other hand, (the bigger hand) it's just cool that win or lose, they're going to play Pickle and keep the game a game.

If baseball teaches you nothing else, it's that failure isn't the worst thing that can happen. Not Succeeding is a big part of baseball, and yet you can still do amazing things.

Go Emmett!

Not Succeeding is a big part of baseball, and yet you can still do amazing things.

Yes, this.

Matilda is so big! And so adorable in her headgear and her gothbaby attire! Is she close to crawling now?

Stephen bought the HP book today, so claimed First Read as his right. I may not see him until sometime tomorrow morning.

Is she close to crawling now?

Sort of. I mean, she gets around. She does a sort of half crawl, half butt scoot. To describe: Both hands are down. Her right leg reaches out. Her left leg is back (bent at the knee) and she scoots forward. Every once in a while she'll advance both knees at the same time (The Classic Crawl) but abandons it after one or two advances.

Also, she cruises a lot and can pull herself up.

I have landed safely in Burbank. Now they just need a gate to open up for us.

I love Creative Crawling. Babies are resourceful creatures. And babies discovering mobility are awesome. Independent movement! Agency!

Which leads to bumped heads and frustration a lot, but is still cool to watch.

My sleep patterns are All Screwed Up. This does not amuse.

I may not see him until sometime tomorrow morning.

My sleep patterns are All Screwed Up. This does not amuse.

Matilda is the cutest thing...

Hey, I recognize that pyromaniac vixen.

Hey! That's ... still the nicest thing that's been said about me on the internets, actually.

I just spent a crazy amount of time playing with my new thumb drive. It glows blue. So I am calling it Tardis. And patiently waiting for the Doctor to arrive.

You are a foamy, spicy pyromaniac vixen!

Which Doctor? Or does it matter?

I may be fading. Stephen's booklight is glowing yellow over here. Oh, tempting book which will not be mine for another day at least...