For Pat's birthday we went to the church and played basketball. The kids got him a ball since he's started playing at the church one night a week. He has loved playing basketball since he was a kid and one of his biggest regrets is never ever trying out for a team. He always takes the opportunity to play when he can now.
What is it with my kids and plaid shorts?! They say those are the only shorts they have, so I guess that's my fault, but the other night Evan was at soccer practice with plaid shorts, a striped shirt and knee-high green socks. It was loud and awful and he looked nothing like the other kids; and he didn't care one bit.
I took these pictures after I stopped playing. A ghost pushed me over when I didn't even have the ball and no one was even near me. It was hilarious. And it hurt.
Pat and his cheesecake. His face looks like it's on fire. ha ha