Tuesday on the tee box

After Natalie heads to school, there is usually about 90 minutes where it's just Brady (before he goes to school). I really cherish these 90 minutes twice a week since alone time with the oldest child seems to be a rarity once you have another child.
Today Brady was treated to a vanilla milkshake and his own bucket of balls at The Hitting Zone. Both he and Larry are a bit rusty swinging the sticks, but I was still impressed. I tried to read my new book, Prodigal Summer, but the boys kept saying "did you see that?" and I hadn't, so I eventually gave up.