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Some Children's Parents

Alex just finished his Little League season. There was one particular mother who rode her son to no end. About halfway through the season, he snapped, and told her off publically during the middle of the game. She rode him about where he stood at the plate, his constant strikeouts (poor kid was stressed by her, there wasn’t any pressure there, really), and his fielding. During one game, after striking out for the second time, she pulled him off the bench and told him she was going to teach him how to bunt since he couldn’t get a hit, and practiced that until the inning ended and they had to take the field.

Now, I’m no perfect parent either – there is no question I could be more active, and practice with my son more, or offer better encouragement.

But then I read this story about a Coach who paid one of his players $25 to hit a disabled child in the head with a bat. This coach had two daughters on his T-ball team, and didn’t want to coach an 8 year old disabled child. (Via Bob Mould’s blog)

These poor children.

What a difference a year makes



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This is Alex’s 3rd year in organized baseball. Last year was the coaches pitching with a manual machine, this year is the first with kids pitching.

It’s amazing the difference a year makes. Last year in 7-8 year old, most of the kids had a hard time paying attention, hitting, throwing. This year, even Alex, who I don’t practice with enough, has shown tremendous improvement in the skills department.

He has a fun time playing, and is lightyears ahead of where he was. Tuesday night, the night the picture was taken, he was 3 for 4, including the hit pictured here.

I’ll group ’em on Flickr this weekend.

The story of the horsey



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10 years ago (doesn’t seem that long ago), I was working in Maryland, the first time I was in management.

Our Video Supervisor, Dave, made me this horse as a present, it was a hobby of his, when Alex was born.

Alex wasn’t a big rider, but Dave was one of the cooler guys I’ve worked with in all my time at retail. A bit older (especially older than me), he was one of the few that really made me feel welcome after we had moved cross country.

Zoe really likes to rock on the horse, as evident in the grin on her face. Every time she rides, it takes me back to those days, and I think of Dave, one of the best experiences I had for as long as I’ve been with the Company.

Zoe & The Flowers



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Kelly was out at the housing association, and Zoe wanted to look at the flowers. A stranger happened to be out there and asked to take Zoe’s picture as Zoe looked at the flowers.

You can tell by the look on Zoe’s face she doesn’t know what to make of strangers.

Daylight Savings Time

Babies don’t care about daylight savings time. Even when you keep them up late, they just want to get up the same time they always do.

Of course, it might not be a baby thing, and maybe be a kid thing, as Alex was up at 6:30. That might have been just the noise from Zoe though.

Grrr – Spam

So not only is email spam a problem, but Zoe’s blog has been hit by weblog spammers. Time to download some plugins.

Each post has 4-6 comments with regular text quotations, but then the poster’s name is a link to online casinos. You’re telling me online casinos need money so badly this is what they resort too?

I’m a little angry. Got some hacking to do tonight!