Softball season has begun. So, if you need me on any Tuesday night, you know where you can find me. Except when Jason has an 8:30 game. That's too late for Ella. Ella went to the games last year but she slept through most of them. lol. Now that she's aware of what's going on around her, she doesn't understand why her daddy is in a cage and why she can't play with him. Most of the game, when we weren't at the playground (Flint Hill has an AMAZING playground), she spent at the fence shouting DA.....DA.....DA and waving wildly, trying to get his attention. So cute.