Less than 24 hours. That's how long Connor was home from one adventure before he left on the next one. He arrived back in town Friday afternoon with Grandma and Grandpa and Cousin Austin. We met Uncle Brian at one of our favorite restaurants for dinner.
By 10 o'clock Saturday morning I was having to wake him up from a deep sleep to get ready to go again. Pappy was picking him up. They were going out for doughnuts at a local bakery, then meeting up with Grammy to head to a major league baseball game with her and Uncle Daniel and Aunt Sherry.
It is, indeed, a hard life.
They made a whole day of it, heading up early even thought it was a night game. They took in the sights, toured the stadium, played a little ball, collected some souvenirs. And they had some really amazing ball park food (Mommy is jealous, if you can't tell).
And no, your eyes do not deceive you. Our lefty is batting right in this photo. He apparently thinks he's a switch hitter. And though he did manage to hit a line drive on the first pitch according to Grammy, he really is not.
After the game, they spent the night with family. They went to church on Sunday morning and spent the day just hanging out with family. Late Sunday night, he finally made his way back home.
Other than Friday night's brief layover, he's been gone for three weeks now.
So, of course, you know what he asked this morning, right?
"Where am I going next?"
It's a hard life, he says, but someone has to live it.
Special thanks to Aunt Sherry for sending us the pics from their adventure.