it was really windy yesterday, and when i say windy, i mean i could lean into the wind and be supported by it. with that thought in mind, we went to practice some in fielding. kevin was hitting ground balls to nick and another team mate. the field was fine, the grass a little high and kevin was not at all belting the ball at them, when low and behold a ground ball with eyes up and jumped into nicks face. in a slow motion moment, his hands immediately went to his mouth. my mind reacted two fold. first thought: be ready for lots of blood when he puts his hands down, be ready, be ready, be ready. no blood. second thought: how ironic it is that just twenty minutes beforehand, kevin told nick to sacrifice his body and not to worry, “we have dental insurance” i must admit i am proud of nick for the way he handled it, for the most part, he was mad at his dad because it hurt, and now he had to go to school with a fat lip (which by the way is hardly swollen, just a little red under his nose, kinda like he had been wiping it way to much) and everyone was going to see it. after a little break he got right back in there and fielded the best i have ever seen him field. it was like he learned how to fall and that it really wasn’t going to hurt too bad, plus all the time he is shouted at to use two hands, really does make sense now.
after dinner, we finished up homework and started watching a movie. for a little snack i decided to have some peanut butter and crackers. because the jar was pretty much finished, i decided to make hobbes’ night and offer him the jar. this is what followed:
notice the tongue!
and how he seems to protect the jar…
i totally made his night!
he even cleans himself up!
about fifteen minutes later the jar was as clean as a whistle!
Every year we play, we always have an accident on the baseball field. Every. Single. Year. Thankfully my son has never been hurt before.
Football is another matter, every year we have injuries, and every year it’s my son. Last year he fractured his arm. Hopefully I start work again before the season starts, because our insurance runs out June 23 lol!!
Lol at Kevin’s insurance remark.
I didn’t know dogs like PB??
My dogs would LOVE to come to your house. Whenever I get the jar of peanut butter out, which, let’s face it, is a daily occurrence, they follow me around moaning. Like I never feed them, and how could I be so cruel as to just DANGLE that peanut butter in front of them!
B’tful dog 😉
Haha, I’ve never given my dogs peanut butter. They’d probably go crazy for it!
That’s good Nick didn’t break any teeth. Yikes.
I’m glad that Nick is ok!
I LOVE the pictures of Hobbes!! We do the same thing with Sandy and she basically thinks shes in heaven. Does Hobbes carry around the empty jar? She is very protective of it as well. Hobbes is gorgeous! He’s red too!
I gave my dog one of those things. He stood there and looked at me with the jar in his mouth like, “what the heck am I supposed to do here??”
But aren’t they the BEST dogs?!…sigh.