Longing for Spring? Not Quite

We joke sometimes that Reid is a surprisingly robust example of the power of pre-programmed genes. I am not a sports fanatic. As a kid, I played a few sports in a desperate bid to fit in, but my pear-shaped physique and simple lack of coordination put me on the fast-track to the Computer Club.

Fast forward two decades and it doesn't seem to make sense that Reid, not surrounded by weekend football marathons, not with a dad that lives and dies baseball, not in a town with basketball worth remarking on, loves all sports. He runs around our house improvising baseball bats out of whatever is available, hitting any kind of ball he can gets his hands on. It's all ball all the time.

Football is the leader, and Reid has a football jersey he insists on wearing over any clothing he has on (including pajamas) whenever he sees it (this was a gift from Grammie and Pawpaw). We went to some baseball games, because it's a memory K and I would like to give to Reid, but he was too far away to make sense of anything. Didn't matter; he loved it, and he loves baseball, too.

This is all a means of telling you about this movie. Reid has been learning a lot of songs, and it's quite funny to hear him sing one with his charming omission of entire verses, amusing elisions and other comical Reid-edits. He has a book of standard children's songs ("Hush Little Baby" and "Itsy Bitsy Spider" and "Row Row Row Your Boat") which, for some reason has "Take Me Out to the Ballgame."

Reid loves the song. Somehow uniting his love of all sports with his enjoyment of song is too much to bear. He just loves it. Also, he is learning to count, which the movie highlights. Click it and enjoy.