So we play baseball. … with a tennis ball … and three ball hungry retrievers. This farmer had a hefty day with cows. But when Otto says, let’s play ball, we can’t resist. He set the diamond up before breakfast. 
Tag him Otto!
You got him! 
Whoops, he got you!
Z is next at bat. … er and her side-kick.
This is Z. She jumps and goes.
The boys love baseball. They are the best catchers. Still working on being the best droppers. 
Okay, she’s ready to bat. Just a few more jumps.
Brent checks out the pasture as well as the foul ball we need to get back into play.
Minty on first base.
Brent after a pop fly catch. I’m OUT! Thanks, Jiggy, for your support.
Most of us bat right, but two of us bat left.
Kevin runs in to throw the ball and finish home run hitter, Brent.
Lucy distracts by applying fancy Judo techniques. Yet, Brent slides into home. Home run! 
So nice to see the family playing together. We have a Z in our family, too. We teased our daughter that she had exhausted the alphabet by the time Z came along.
Always nice to have a Z in the family. They keep you grounded.
I didn’t see you take so many photos. I notice how you aren’t in any of them.We’ll have to set Otto up with a camera to catch some of your athletic moments. I like that you got that good shot of the home base tyre.
No need. My athletic moments are implied.