Now that the season is about to begin, we got our growing boy a new pair of baseball cleats.
My little boy, my youngest, my baby....wears men's size 12 now. Too big to pass down to his dad when he out grows them. Those are some big feet. Between the two boys, no wonder I am always tripping over someones shoes around here.
But that's OK, because baseball is starting, and I won't be home again until the end of July sometime. Maybe I'll be back sometime after that. Have a happy summer.