Americana filled weekend (except no apple pie)

Our nephew, the best third baseman in all of Northwest Indiana, playing in his Little League game on Saturday afternoon:

Our son, the next best baseball player in the making:

That up there?  That's the new face I get all. the. time.  Usually followed by him shaking his head no, as in No, Mommy, I don't want to take a nap.  No, Mommy, I don't want to go in the car.  No, Mommy, I don't want (fill in the blank).  He can't even speak and already he's contentious.  Lucky me.