We saw the boys play a ball game. They both seem to have their father's athletic abilities, abilities that were lost on their aunt (me). The game was fun for me, since David is the pitcher/assistant coach. It was a lot more fun to watch him play now, as an adult, than it was when I sat through all his sporting events when I was growing up.
It was not as fun for Max and Otto, who reminded me a bit of myself at their age, sitting through long ball games. Luckily, it was a nice evening with a lovely sunset towards the end. They had more fun picking honeysuckle to decorate Max's hat and climbing the dirt hill. But they cheered their cousins on when they were at bat and tried to understand the game.
Back at the house, the boys tested the swingset Uncle David had built.