With Spencer on the mend, we headed out to the backyard today to play ball. Spencer gamely stood holding the foam bat as I tossed the ball his direction. Thunk. The ball bounced off the bat. "Swing," I said. "Remember to watch the ball." His will is strong; his coordination however needs work. Again and again we tried, his enthusiasm never flagging. The foam bat grew heavy in his little hands. We switched to catch. "Hurray, I caught it," he exclaimed. When Daddy came home, Spencer was ready to play some more. Daddy had the bright idea of being a human tee, balancing the ball on his outstretched fist for Spencer to hit. Spencer swung, hitting Daddy in the arm a few times before managing to connect. Today our backyard. Next stop, Dodger Stadium?
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