Details, details.

I am living at the ball fields these days.  Baseball and softball.  Eight days a week.  Or close to it.  Such nice people.  And good playing.  It's a happy thing.

Of course, I bring my camera with me.  When we spend all day at a tournament there is some hang time.

I have looked at a lot of beautiful photographs that other people have taken in recent months, and I am learning to notice the details.

So yesterday while we were hanging, I zoomed in closer.

I loved the textures I found.

It made me wish I could go back

and photograph the little hands and feet
that have gotten so big at my house.

But those hands
are helping small children
and giving friends high fives.

I would not trade them for all the toddler hands in the world.

They are amazing.

Poetic Justice

A couple of weeks ago Ben's teacher sent a newsletter out asking for donations of items that the kids could buy with the "classroom cash" they had earned for their various accomplishments and good deeds throughout the year.

I was only too happy to clean out my stash.  I sent in all kinds of leftover items from birthday party bags and little gifts I tucked away but never gave.

Anyway, today was the big shopping day.

And of course, you can just guess what happened.

I recognized half of the stuff Ben pulled out of his backpack.

It just goes to show that when moms buy stuff they think their kids would like...

...well, they really do.

That's what I get for trying to unload my "stuff".

Do you have a secret stash?  Does yours have boomerang super powers like mine does?