Nate loves balls. He’ll hold onto one for minutes, close to his chest, and then finally throw it.
And then he crawls after it, picks it up, and starts again.
M and I have been so impressed with his focus that we rewarded him. We filled the pack and play with 300 (!) bright, plastic balls.
And then we told him, you guessed it,
To have a ball.
(Of course, his brother had to join him in there for some boy bonding. This was not formal boy bonding; Sam was just dressed for church.)
Sam looks like he’s ready to pull a Tom Cruise in Risk Business instead of heading to church. : ) Joy