you hit the ball where?
I have found that every new adventure with 5 brings surprises we never even could've guessed at. Take, for instance, changing time zones. Probably something most of us never give a second thought, right? This is apparently something 5 just doesn't do...
ready
We've been here 4 days already and even though 5 doesn't really do anything on any kind of schedule at home, he is steadfastly clinging to the Eastern Time Zone. Yeah, that's 5 hours difference.
windup
On the bright side, we get to enjoy every single minute of daylight, never wasting the day away by sleeping past sunrise. In fact, we haven't really gotten to sleep past 5. In the morning.
pitch! hey dad, you're standing too far away.
We're also very fortunate that we're not big nightlife peeps, because it takes a lot of doing to keep 5 up until 8 (and if we want to get any sleep, we have to turn in soon after). Honestly, I have no complaints- it's much easier for me to accommodate his needs that to try to get him to adjust, (we're still trying to shift about a half hour a day though).
ok son, the balls going to come at you and you're going to hit it with this stick...
It's so interesting to think about how that type of shift could be so difficult. Even as a kid I remember it was hard the first night- you have to stay up until it's dark at least- but then you're fine. I wonder if we're going to have the same problem when we get home...
dad, go long, I'm about to hit a homer!
A note about the pictures: This morning, Fred decided to teach Five how to play baseball. Five found it quite enjoyable, but tended to get it mixed up with golf and whack-a-mole.
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