This morning, while we were getting ready for our walk, you were playing with your baseball bat (the one that Daddy brought back from the Louisville Slugger Museum). I wasn't crazy about the thought of having a baseball bat sticking outside of the stroller (what would the neighbors think?)... but when I picked you up to put you in, you were still holding the bat. I wasn't going to fight with you- you rarely make a fuss over anything.
So... we went on a walk and you were holding onto the bat the whole entire time. It stuck out of the side of the stroller... and I felt like we should be in a cartoon or something.
Your cousin Bryant has to take his toy hammer everywhere. Will you need to start taking this bat everywhere? Either way... you're the cutest Noah I know, and it made Daddy's day to know that you wanted to take your bat with you. He can't wait to teach you baseball one day (me too)!
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