I hear “Play ball Mommy” several times a day. It’s been so cold outside, that I’ve been resigned to playing ball inside. Which really means rolling the ball on the floor and trying to convince Pookah that playing with elmo or the truck or the drum or anything else is a better idea. I mean, really. When he hits the ball (and he does make contact) he hits it pretty well. I don’t want to have to pay for new windows.
So anyway, this weekend, it was finally WARM! LAWD! Why couldn’t’ it have been warm when Pookah was
confined home for two weeks? Anyway, we all had a grand old time. And of course, I got pictures. Of course I did! LOL!