September 10, 2006 - Sunday
Harry had his first fall baseball practice this afternoon. Somewhat surprisingly, he didn't want to play soccer this year (and even more surprisingly, neither did Jeremy, who is now old enough and seemed like he was anxious last year) and asked to play baseball instead, even though the only baseball for his age is "Instructional.League." There are no games, only practices, and no set teams or uniforms. Of course, that could be really good for Harry, especially since the coach seems very good. During today's first practice he was focusing on balance and shifting body weight. "The gingerbread man" he called it, and that you throw with "two good steps." He quite rightly said, those are the basic fundamentals of all sports, not just baseball. Harry seemed to have fun.

On the way home, I baited Jeremy by asking him what kind of pizza he liked. Naturally, he said he didn't like pizza. But I had a plan. Their mother was away this afternoon at a baby shower and wasn't going to get home in time to make the regular Sunday night pizza with the dough she'd left out to thaw. Jeremy usually has a PBJ for dinner on our thes pizza nights, but that seems kind of silly.
"But Jeremy, I think you don't like pizza because you don't like tomato. But there are pizza's without tomato. We just have to figure out what you like on pizza. Some people just like cheese. Pizza dough is really just bread and you like that kind of bread, like those rolls we get at the pizza place near the subway, right?"

The short of it is that we basically agreed he'd try a slice of peanut butter and cheese pizza. Peanut butter rice has become a staple of his diet and he even had peanut butter on a hot dog for our camp out at Rickett's Glen this summer. So I put peanut buttter on one wedge of the pizza and spread tomato sauce over the rest, then cheese all over, then prosciutto and olives for Harry and me. Bingo. Now Jeremy likes pizza.


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