Little James visited yesterday, and was mesmerized by his child uncles and aunt's ability to shoot the basketball. He repeatedly got a hold of the ball, waddled over to get under the basket and look up -- but for some reason the ball wouldn't fly up there.
He looked a bit puzzled. Luckily, teachers were all around.
The little guy kept trying.
Eventually, he got into the gravity thing, picking the ball up and letting it fall.
But, he never quite got over the idea that the ball couldn't jump out of his hands the way it with everyone else. Or maybe he did. (It's hard to be sure when they are pre-verbal.) Because, once he found a baseball, he definitely started slinging it around like a miniature Matt Cain.
This was the first time this year I got to see my older daughters. James has a cousin on the way -- Grandson #2 is due in July. It was also an opportunity to celebrate a special birthday coming up this Friday.
The nice lady in the store where we bought this cake tried to write "Happy 32nd, Laila!"
She got it almost right.
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