
Noah looks like a mini Seth, but he is so much his mother's child. He is very competitive, he doesn't like change, he loves to read and learn, and if he isn't good at something right away, he doesn't want to do it. The latter is the reason my golf career ended after about 2 or 3 tries, and why Noah has declared that neither soccer, basketball, nor baseball are "his" sports. Luckily (since he is at the ripe age of 6 already) we may have found "his sport". He is doing really well at tennis, which couldn't make his Grandpa Tim and Grandma Mary more proud. And Mommy too, for that matter. He is taking lessons this summer and was in a class for 4-6 year olds, but, after a few days, the instructors asked if he could switch times to be in the 7-10 year old class because they thought that would be more at his level. He is holding his own with the big kids and he loves it! (Don't let the grumpy faces in the pictures fool you, that is his "concentrating" face and he is serious about this tennis business). I can't wait until he is good enough to be able to play actual games and we can play together..... since we probably won't be hitting the golf course any time soon. If he wants to take up golf, that's an activity he can partake in with his father.
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