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Jake is a lefty… just like his daddy and Grandma.  Papa is itching to get him into baseball.  Jakey’s into anything that involves throwing, hitting or kicking.  And I’d say he’s got a pretty good shot at being a bona fide athlete.

Now Nate.  We don’t know Nate’s handedness yet, but we do know this one’s got uncanny coordination.  His walk is still a bit Frankensteinesque, but he’s scaling furniture and fixtures Jake has just mastered recently.  Nathaniel has always known how to get down from the couch and bed safely (feet first) without the hours of training we poured into his brother.  I’ve seen him leap onto the high chair and “sail” it across the kitchen.  If Papa’s looking for a baseball protege, he’s got one already prepping for the pitching mound.

Today I scolded him for throwing books.  Throwing blocks.  Throwing horses (at Luke).  Throwing sippy cups.  Throwing bunnies.  And thinking about throwing gas stations.  Not only does he have a mean one-handed fastball, but also a crushing two-handed overhead hurl.  He’s been clocked at 98, easy.

This week James noticed an uncommon silence… only to find Nate poised with the MacBook at the apex of his signature two-handed pitch.

James has been awarded MVP for a remarkable diving catch.