This past year my son has fallen in love. Not with girls mind you - they are gross to him. But he has fallen in love with kickball. He would play kickball 24-7 if he could... and I am certain if there was a professional kickball association, he would aspire to be a pro.
He has downloaded the kickball rules... he has framed out a field in our yard... and he has even made up rules (as he goes along)... he has taught Hannah to play... and he has convinced Dave and me to play... He is even learning how to multiply when keeping score... and has mastered a do-over....
I just love how excited he gets when it is time to play. His smile is so big! And when he plays - it is all out. He finishes up all sweatty and red-faced. He is just so very happy when he plays! And for me, it makes running all over the field with him worth every minute. Anyone up for a game?
Tracie, I have a suggestion for a future blog. How about one titled " How many ways can you spell birthday after a bottle of Pinot Grigio on a Friday nite"? I think it would be of great interest to many readers.
ReplyDeleteTracie, after watching Noah yesterday - you are so right! He takes kickball so seriously. I could not believe how involved Bridget was as well. Isn't it wonderful though that he loves the outdoor sports. I sure am glad he is acting like an almost seven year old. Mom
ReplyDeletePat - good idea! I have another clearance bottle that I could try that out with! HA! I tell you - after the wine - sleep could not come fast enough! Tracie
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