Baseball

The other morning when we were skyping with my Mom and brother, Joe, they were "pretending" to play baseball with each other. Jackson would throw the ball and Joe would pretend to catch it. Every time Jackson threw the play he would have to yell "home run" and then run around the coffee table. He found his glove about halfway through the game and I couldn't help but be shocked and surprised to find him wearing the baseball glove the correct way. His Dad, Papa, Grandpa, Uncle Joe, and Uncle Ian would be so proud.

He wouldn't stand still long enough for me to get a picture of him with the glove.