I’m not sure if this was a welcome-home hug, a double tackle, a dogpile, a Becky sandwich, or a lets-break-daddy’s-back…but whatever it was, it was fun!
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After watching their dad play an intense game of ping pong against our friend Uriah, the girls spontaneously decided to show the big boys how it’s done. I think Susie (on right) is going to have a wicked serve one day, don’t you? Both girls used their paddles more as decorative props than as ball-hitters, but they looked good trying. Although we haven’t yet taught them the importance of sportsmanlike conduct, the girls seem to intuitively understand that the fun of a ball game isn’t about winning or losing… …it’s about enjoying time with friends! (Or at least, that’s what I’ll teach them to say when they lose!) This may look like a football to the trained eye… …but to my girls’ blissfully untrained eyes, there’s no reason it can’t function as a softball for playing catch… …or a basketball for shooting hoops… …or a soccer ball for kicking around. And as this video shows, Susie’s not afraid to incorporate a soccer “header” or two into her basketball shots: I guess we have some sports training to do! Susie earned enough points at our church’s Children’s Meeting on Sunday to choose a small prize, and she eagerly selected a package of bubbles (well, she eagerly selected it after recovering from the heartbreaking news that she didn’t have sufficient points for the gigantic stuffed animal she made a beeline for). The girls asked all Monday morning to use the bubbles, and so I finally took them outside yesterday afternoon to try them out. It had been nearly a year since we had tried to blow bubbles at my parents’ house in California, and unfortunately, the girls’ blowing skills haven’t shown much improvement in a year. I hope they can master the skill in time for their third birthday in July so they can blow out their own candles. You can see from the video below that we’ve got a lot of practicing to do! I saw it coming. I saw Susie spinning, spinning, precariously near to the coffee table. She was blissfully oblivious to her surroundings, content to simply spin in circles. Except she lost her balance. And before I could reach her in time, her face smacked full-force into the edge of the table. I knew that would leave a mark. Thankfully, her injury was no worse than a shining welt on her cheek. I could handle that. No blood, no broken anything. Sometimes I think these kids are made of rubber. I’m glad they haven’t yet proven otherwise! |
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