I took little Elyo to the mall on Thursday, I was thinking it was maybe (hopefully maybe) time for some Crocs that will last through the spring and summer. We had a great time, except that I forgot the stroller so I had to coax my two and a half year old from one end of the mall to the other, no small feat. He picked out a pair of ruby colored crocs for this year "Murray colored" for all you Wiggles fans out there and this very exciting firefighter hat. He was so excited! We came home and Grump came over and helped him get this baseball stuff from the very packed basement. Since this day my days have been filled with tantrums about wanting to play baseball. It seems in my boys head he is already in the major leagues, but his body just won't cooperate. It must be hard being two. He can't get his glove on by himself, he wants to pitch, bat and field all at the same time, he doesn't understand why his damn glove won't stay open.... We actually got out the video camera to record the meltdown at 7:45 this morning about baseball and its inadequacies. I figure he'll get a kick out of it when he really is in the major leagues.

On another note, Si had his first gymnastics class this morning. He was a little nervy about the parallel bars, but loved the trampoline and the ball pit. He also loved his coach Paul, who was also Mommy's coach years ago, we've really come full circle. Sounds like he had a blast and is looking forward to going back next week. In blogland, a shout out to Uterusx2, partner and big brother on the arrival of their two new additions.