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June 15, 2011

This Day in Zielske History

Baseball season is in full swing in Minnesota, which means Parks & Rec teams, outdoor folding chairs from Target, sunglasses and a wide array of different jacket weights as you never know just how cold or hot it's going to be on game day. (Just ask my neighbor Ann, who brings her Snuggie to games.)

I get very nostalgic where Cole and baseball are concerned, which leads me to another edition of "This Day in Zielske History."

On this day, seven years ago, I took this shot:


I can only imagine that to every single question the coach posed, Cole's hand shot straight up. The boy has studied this game with verve since the very first day he swung a bat.

Okay, one more bonus shot:


Sigh. I just want to gnaw a tiny little bit on that fleshy lower leg.

Catch my drift?


oh, how the time does fly?!?!

Time sure does fly!! And I love Cole's lil face in the second shot!! :) We love baseball too (my son is special needs so I actually have to play the games with him - help him hit, get to the base, field the ball :) )

He looks so cute in those photos - how do they grow so quickly!! My "little" boy will be 23 on Monday - sigh! xx


So adorable! (What's the script font?)

Dearest Script, Im pretty certain.

you make me a good way!

So cute! AND I totally get wanting to gnaw on his fleshy little leg...I want to eat my kids' cheeks with a spoon when they are little and "chunky". (I get very weird looks when I tell peole that.)

Awww, looking at the last visages of his baby pudge makes me tear up! I have photos of my daughter that make me wish that I could go back and just squeeze her. I didn't know how fast the time would go. My new rule is to pinch those fat cheeks on the little kids that I know whenever I get a chance. I am going to be that annoying adult who pinches cheeks and tells kids how I knew them when they were "knee high to a grasshopper."

MY son's first tee-ball team was the diamondbacks too - he has the same shirt! He tried out for Minor all star team yesterday and is anxiously awaiting word of whether he made the team. Happy summer!

Awwww - so cute!

Aww, how totally adorable your son is! And no wonder, he is YOUR son after all! ;)

Sigh... I so love these photos! My baseball lovin' son is playing tournament baseball for the first time this summer (he just turned 9). Seems like yesterday he was all chubby faced and could barely hold a bat. We will be in St. Paul this weekend for a tournament. You have inspired me to scrapbook a "then and now" page with my memories and recollections of him playing baseball. Where does the time go?

My son had ham hocks (meaty, scrumptious thighs) that were rip for nibbling - I miss them. Last night was our last baseball game of the season. Until we meet next year Little League.

Sweet.. lil boy.. thank for sharing.

that little face...shows sooooo much in that split second...and heck yeah...i totally get gnawing on that sweet lil leg...they are just so snuggly and yummy as little just sqeeze the stuffing outta them!! Donna Tullis

It makes me happy to see little kids growing up with a love for baseball : )

I love this idea of going back and finding a photo from this day another year, and then writing a quick "something" about it. I'm SO going to steal this! :D

They'll sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. And it will be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters ... This field, this game: it's a part of our past. It reminds of us of all that once was good and could be again. People will come Ray. People will most definitely come.


Awwwww....and he wearing the uniform of my favorite team.....:-)

too cute for words. why to they have to grow up?

AHHHHggghhh! So CUTE! Those were the days, for sure. When my 17-yr-old is on my very.last.nerve (read: yesterday), I dig through the scrapbook pages to remind myself why I shouldn't take him down. jk. kindof.

Time is merciless. I am holding on to every day of my six year old's existence for dear life. He won't let me call him baby anymore. He's a big boy. He wants to grow up so fast, and I want him to sloooow down.

Sun-In hair lightening spray and peroxide....LOTS of hairspray and a crimping iron...Ahhhhhh. Need I say more?

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