Isn't he such a nice dad?
I could live in one square foot. I say that because no matter where I am, everyone is right there with me sooner or later. I'm not even that nice of a person either!! I don't get it. I started to roll out sugar cookies Sunday evening and yep, here they all came wanting to help. Lots of fun, just lots more mess to clean up afterward.
Grant was downstairs today patting the bunny. Apparently he took a wrong turn and "accidentally" ended up in big brother's bedroom. He appeared upstairs again wearing John's football helmet, carrying John's old recorder and holding a squish ball of John's that he LOVES.
Maybe he's inventing a new olympic sport for the 2014 games in Russia. He couldn't invent anything worse than curling. I don't get that sport.
He kept saying...."Let's play ball, Mom." So I had to hold the recorder and try to hit the squish ball when he threw it to me. We ran around the couch (bases) several times before I caught him and tickled him. Game over.
I had to make him move the ball so I could take this picture. Parts of his "equipment" were showing.