Roscoe's new big, boring ventilator
In honor of the World Series game tonight, I decided to teach Roscoe some of the fundamentals of the wonderful game of baseball. There's nothing like the first time a dad plays catch with his son. Here I am trying to teach him how to throw a fastball:
And yes, before you ask this is a standard size baseball that he'll use in little league. Sadly the nurse made us wash the ball with soap and water before we put it into the incubator with Roscoe. I don't think she cared that water ruins leather baseballs, but I'll make whatever sacrifices I need to make to teach him how to play.
When we do finally play catch, I'll try to remember not to use this ball which Doug got for us shortly after Roscoe (aka: "Dottie") was born. This will make for some interesting stories to tell around the campfire:
It says "It's a Girl!"