Another Word for Giant

Hunter’s first day and last day of Trinity preschool Hunter’s best school friend, Titus. He was the first friend he made at school and the rest was history. I think there was a kind of big bother/little brother connection here. I have been thinking a lot about how grateful I was for Hunter’s year at Trinity. It was a great pre school for him. It was play-based, the teachers were so invested in him, there were so many adults around because it was a co-op. The teachers were great to be around, and not just if you were a kid. But as an adult as well. I learned a lot about being with 3 year olds just from watching them. It made me feel guided and calm about how I was helping Hunter. It really was a calm, open ended, loving experience at school. And Hunter loved the days when I would co-op. For most of the year Pippa would be with me too, which made it a family affair. Hunter started out the year totally adjusted to school and I think learned only a minimal amount. But I was grateful to l

We are for sure a baseball family. It is an activity that has brought us together and made even the unsportiest of us (me) a “fan” by most accounts. I like the way going to the games gives us a chance to slow down, be together, and be outside- the things that make life the best. Hunter being a fan has been a huge contributing factor to our family’s collective interest in the sport. It’s hard to believe he is been in love with baseball for more than 3 years now. He’s bigger than a lot of 6 year olds which makes it even harder to go back and think of 17-month old Hunter swinging a bat at a ball on a tee, heck hitting it OUT OF THE AIR  from a pitch, and deliberately throwing it. Hunter is so big for his age, emotionally and physically, so at this point it’s hard for me to continue to be impressed by how well he hits the ball.  Hunter had his first season of little league this year. When most kids his age would be just starting tball, Hunter is starting farm league, the first level o