Baseball

Does anyone remember playing baseball with dad in the backyard? Was I the only one he called "the windmill" because of how I would swing, miss and spin all the way around? Also....how many windows did we break on his poor shed?

Coloring

I was coloring with Jordyn on Saturday afternoon and it reminded me of coloring with dad. I have just vague memories of sitting and coloring with him, but vivid memories of his actual coloring pages. I can remember that he would outline the picture in the color first very dark and then he would fill it in with that color. He would push so hard and color it so dark. He would always make sure to rotate the crayon so that it wouldn't get dull, which he always reminded me to do as well. It's such a simple memory, but I just remember thinking that he could color better than anyone I knew! Of course, as his little girl, I pretty much thought that he was the best at everything he did! He reminded me of his coloring one day while we were having lunch at Russ'. Jace was coloring his picture and dad joined in. He wouldn't finish the picture though because he didn't have the correct color for some parts. It had to be the right color.