Terrible Pitches

It's possible we need to introduce a sportsmanship lesson to Cody. Yesterday when we were practicing, I threw a totally terrible pitch and said so. Today during BP, he had one set where he hit 9 out of 13 pitches (as Mom is my witness). It is really kind of incredible. Then he missed one and said, "Mom, that was a terrible pitch." It wasn't. I let it go. He missed another and said sympathetically, "Oh, another bad pitch, Mom." I then informed him that just because he missed occasionally didn't mean it was the pitcher's fault. That's just how the game goes. He just shook his head patronizingly.

That's okay, though, because yesterday JVL was pitching and Cody turned and said, "Mom, can you pitch to me? You pitch better than Daddy. Dad, you can be the catcher."

Meanwhile, on the Cordy front, she is still unwilling to speak unless she's making animal sounds. The best is "What does the lion say?" She stares at you very intently, opens her mouth, and whispers, "Roar!" It's the softest roar you have ever heard, and utterly adorable.