Today at the park G got his new football stuck in a tree. He was able to throw a foam bat like a spear and get it out (after I'd tried a few times...).
When G was 2.5 he could throw a tennis ball into a basketball hoop consistently, or at least more often than I can shoot a basketball.
It's nice playing catch with him because he actually throws it to you. He's fun.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
On Christmas Eve, when P gave the first book to G, we all cried. P showed G that the first chapter is called "The boy who lived" and said that G is our boy who lived.
Posted by Lucky Day at 1:39 PM