Brother Sprout is such a boy. Well, of course he's a boy but he loves all things boyish. I wasn't raised with brothers so I haven't seen it first hand. It tickles me to see this little man running around the house. He loves big trucks, motorcycles, sports and all kinds of shooting and gun play, running, finding bugs, digging in dirt, mud, sand, rocks or whatever as long as he can dig it, scoop it, scrape or hit it. Preferably with tools. Papa's tools are his favorite.
Lately he is loving baseball. The kids all play soccer in the neighborhood and Papa is a soccer player too and loves to get out there and play with the kids. But for some reason Brother has found he just loves his bat and ball. I cannot tell you how many pitches I've thrown lately. He is always got his bat in hand and begs with those big brown eyes, "Pay wih me, Mommy. Pitch it, Mommy. Pease."
Here he is playing with Papa and you can tell he is like every other boy. Hates to miss. But he keeps on trying and sometimes he sends one sailing. Pretty good for a 2 1/2 year old, I think.