B-Ball

About a month ago while we were at the park a few college kids took over the basketball courts and had a lovely game of one on one. Bruce noticed these fellas playing and immediately ditched the slide and wandered over to the courts. He stood there on the side lines just watching until I told him we had to go. Of course that was a huge temper tantrum and we left while he screamed B-BALL, B-BALL, B-BALL!

So a few weeks later I spotted an easter basket that had a real life size basket ball in it and made the purchase. Why not? Bruce spotted the easter basket early and would not stop yelling B-BALL, until I relented and gave him the ball. (out of sight, out of mind no longer works for our little man.)

Now every morning Bruce's first words when he wakes up is B-BALL (it used to be car) and before he goes to sleep he yells B-BALL. Kiel lets him sleep with his B-ball. I don't think B-ball has ever made it in B's crib the whole night, he usually throws it out before he goes to sleep.

Anyway, B-ball goes to the park with us every day and instead of Bruce hogging the slide, like he used to, he now hogs the courts. Our little boy is on those giant courts for hours trying to throw his ball high enough to get it in the basket. Unfortunately, he's just not big enough.

But today he went over to a friend's house and they had a mini basket ball hoop, something that we have been thinking getting him for his birthday. And wouldn't you know, he's actually pretty good at B-ball...
and it's in!