my son, the bobblehead

We live for baseball these days. Oliver mentions baseball within five minutes of being awake most days. If he cries out in the night he usually tells me his bad dream was about baseball (though alas, he refuses to divulge further details). Before I went back to work I typically played baseball with him for an hour after he got home from school, as soon as Eleanor went down for her second nap. He usually convinced CD to play with him after dinner. If he had his way, it would be all baseball, all the time.

To see him in all his bobbleheaded glory (with thanks to his Aunt Suzy) click here. The added bonus is hearing Big Papi, David Ortiz, singing "Take Me Out To the Ballgame". That should be worth the price of admission.