Saturday, September 27, 2008

How old are you?

Today Preston and I decided to go outside and enjoy the nice weather while Gabe slaved away pruning our weeping cherry. 
It definately needed some help.
The neighbor kids were out playing too and were drawn toward Preston's big bag of balls. 
He loved carrying them around
and taking them out.

Here are the neighbor kids who decided to play catch with me.  We even played a little baseball after Preston went down for a nap (yes I stayed out and played with the kids while Preston was sleeping).  Here's Charlie the adorable neighbor boy, he sure has a personality... and an arm.  That boy needs to be playing baseball. :)

 When we were back to playing catch my neighbors gorgeous 5-year old daughter Morgan asked me how old I am.
I told her to guess, but she could'nt or wouldn't, I'm not sure which.  So I told her I'm 22.  Her reaction to this was "well, 22 is pretty big... why don't you look big?"  I thought it was the cutest thing ever!  I guess I'll be glad for that when I'm older.  It is kind of hard now though when I'm mistaken to be a teenage mom... or just another kid playing in the neighborhood. :)  That's what being a mom is all about right?  Being a kid at heart.  I guess I always will be.

2 comments:

  1. Oh, what beautiful children! It sounds like a very fun afternoon.

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  2. Well if any neighborhood kids go missing you know who they'll go to first! LOL! Just kidding. That sounds like fun!

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