On the Run

Ryker had his home track meet, it was very track-meety.

I feel like he'd be faster if he didn't wear the undershirt, but he doesn't believe me.

On Thursday we had a doubleheader in Omak. I truly wondered why I was driving to Omak in this weather, but Rock promised that it wasn't bad at the field.

He lied, it sucked and was wet. He got to play second and did really well, looked like a natural infielder.

It was a gross, muddy, and cold. He hit a solid single in his last at bat.

Friday was softball and then Jens' birthday dinner at Company Creek. 

Nama made her Dirt Messert for her birthday cake

Without DeA around, Ryker's cup collection kept growing.

We had a ward cultural activity on Saturday and I got to represent Argentina, with Jens' help.

I think we bought the cheapest pinata in the world and then filled it with too much candy. It lasted about three whacks.

Our Argentina centerpiece. 

Rock decided to have all his friends over after the party, they ate a lot of pizza and drank a lot of root beer.

Rock had a playoff game against Tonasket. He was the DH and kid of liked only having to worry about ripping the ball.

He had some good at bats, and almost had the game-winning RBI if the ump had been paying attention to home plate.

Luca seemed to enjoy yelling.

Ryker loved using Sofia to stay warm.

We won a wild one in extra innings, the first playoff win in at least 20 years.

Wednesday we had softball practice and then did service at Bettie Kenck's. At least I think that is what this is called.

Ryker had another track meet in Brewster and did the long and high jumps. 

He also tried the hurdles with zero training. It went about as well as you'd expect someone with zero training would do.

We have been pretty busy and worn out, which led to Rock falling asleep like this one day.

Jens had softball on Friday, and then the boys met us in Chelan for some Friday night pizza.

Saturday was more playoff baseball at Liberty Bell. Rock DH'd again and hit it hard, just right at someone.

Tanner discovered that the hand-operated scoreboard was unguarded and helped himself to it. He seemed to be in heaven.