Cincinnati 2011, Part 3 (Looleyville No More Edition)

On the way home from Cincinnati, we stopped in Louisville. It made us sad that Jefferson no longer says "Looleyville." I mean, I'm glad his brain works and he seems to be constantly getting smarter and better at things, but where did that baby go? One thing he likes to do when he visits places he's been before is the same thing he did last time. So we went to the Louisville Slugger Factory (which Jefferson calls "the baseball bat store") and posed in the same places we'd posed 8 months ago. Except this time we made faces. Happy!









Sad!









Insane!









How often do you get to crawl around a giant meatball sub?









Mom was taking a photo of us and this crazy lady insisted on taking one of the three of us. She was with a guy who was clearly the driver of a tour bus and, for some reason, that made her seem less insane. She took FOREVER to take the photo and kept telling us to move around. After she took it, she said she was trying to get as much of the giant bat in it as possible and offered to lie down on the ground to get more of it in the shot. No thanks crazy lady. As you can see, she got as little of the giant bat as possible and seemed to think I was the focus of the photo.












He's getting the signs from the manager ...









Swing away!









Last time we kissed our bats like Teddy Ballgame. This time we called our shot like the Babe.









With all the hoopla surrounding Andre Ethier's recent 30 game hitting streak, some perspective. This bat was used by DiMaggio to get a hit in his 56th straight game. Amazing.









This trip was a masterpiece.












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