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The weather finally broke today, and after three miserable days of wind and freezing rain, the sun burst forth and the air was anything but cold.   Kenny and Cooper and I spent the afternoon outside, walking Dudley, swinging on the swingset, and running around the yard.

I could even feel a vestige of my missing joie de vivre seep back in, in spite of a near sleepless night with Cooper.   He was up until after midnight, for no reason that we could discern, other than the fact that he just learned to say, “ball!” and wanted to be walked around the house so that he could point to the (ridiculously large) assortment of balls scattered nearly everywhere.

Just before going in to make dinner, I plopped Cooper into the playpen on the deck so that I could pitch to Kenny.   That future MVP hit three balls from our deck to just nearly into the water, about 70 feet away!    Who new a three-year-old could make a wiffle ball fly like that?   Several hits also nearly beaned Cooper, but fortunately missed.  

I told Kenny that I needed to run in and use the bathroom, and emphatically instructed that he stay right here on the deck for the 90 seconds that I would be gone.   He obeyed, but apparently felt compelled to answer the call of nature right here as well:

Yes, I grabbed the camera before telling him to stop that right now!

At least none of the neighbors are close enough to see…