I told you all before about how we have baseball fever in our house. It starts about mid-October and last until Spring Training begins at Hohokam park in Mesa, Arizona.

This year has been no exception. In fact, it’s worse than usual because of the much-awaited T-ball sign-ups.

Connor was supposed to be getting ready for a bath the other day. Instead, I found him in this condition:

He might be missing a few pieces of his uniform, but at least he’s got the batting gloves, eh?