Rocket will turn seven years old tomorrow, but we celebrated on Friday. Just so you can remember that he did used to be a little baby, here is a picture of him at around 3 months old:
When I took this picture, we were in living Iowa and he had just begun to start smiling, and everytime he would smile like this, I would just burst out laughing. We had just moved there and didn't have any friends or a TV (or Facebook or Myspace), and I think Matt and I used to just sit around and look at Rocket all day. He was the best entertainment in Iowa (which isn't saying much),but we were so in love with eachother and with him. We happened to live in a teeny tiny house in the middle of a field full of baseball diamonds- but he was to young to have a clue. As for me, I was just worried that a baseball was going to come crashing through our window and kill my most precious little baby.
Fast forward seven years, and now baseball is everything (except for when there is a skateboarding contest). For Rocket's birthday, Matt bought him a nice catching glove, and Roxanne gave him two baseballs. He starts on a team in a couple of months. Matt and Rocket went to the park yesterday to work on his catching and throwing skills, which is serious business.
Headed back home: At this very moment, Rocket and Matt are sitting through the rain at Coors for their first Rockies game of the year. They anticipate on going to many more... and may have already bought more tickets I don't even know about. If watching enough games, staring at enough balls, and dreaming of being a star makes a good baseball player, Rocket is going to be fabulous.