Why, oh why, did your father have to get you so addicted to the sport….BASEBALL! I am about sick of playing baseball. Don’t get me wrong it was extremely cute when we first discovered your love for the sport. It was so cute when you attempted to be the pitcher and the batter at the same time with your leg raised high in the air just like the batter and pitcher does on television just as they throw or hit a pitch. Then we had to teach you that you don’t have to be both players at once that someone can actually throw the ball to you and you can hit it. Why did we teach you that? Now you want us to “play baseball” with you. ALL. DAY. LONG. Every waking second is consumed with baseball.

This is basically what the bean does all day, chills on the couch next to me. If he isn’t “just chillin” then he sleeping. Ah the joys of being a newborn. How great is it to have no concerns or cares in the world. All you are responsible for doing is eating, sleeping, chilling, and pooping. Must be nice.