Today marks one week since school has been out. Neil's still playing baseball, but we only have one regular game and a make-up game left. I think he's ready for it to be over as much as his father and I are. The very first game of the season he was hit by a pitch and he's never been the same since. Last year, he got a hit nearly every at bat and this year he won't even stay in the batters box. I hope that the "off season" will do him some good and next year he'll get back in his groove.
He got to talk to his friend, Dylan, yesterday and that made his day. He told me it was nice to talk to his friend. He said he'd like to do that more often. This morning, like every morning since the incident, he requested that I walk out with him while he took the dog to his chain. He's a little worried that he made eat grass again...
He would much rather be outside playing than inside doing nothing, but for some reason he thinks that he can not do this alone. He MUST have someone to play with. What ever happened to using your imagination? I grew up as an only child and I tell you I was never inside. I can remember running laps around my back yard pretending I was riding a horse in a big horse race. I think back on that and wonder what the neighbors were thinking. Still I can never remember being bored... he's told me that he's bored at least a dozen times already. I'm getting bored from hearing it!
