I wanted to write a post about how Will loves the "ball". It does not matter if it is a basketball, football, baseball or a bouncing ball. My dear Will, you are obsessed. I think that Santa is going to have an easy year of gift giving when it comes to you my sweetness.
You love to throw them. You can almost catch them and you have even started to kick them. You do have quite an arm. Sometimes you will throw the ball so hard we wonder if we are looking at the next great pitcher for the Chicago Cubs. Daddy and I like to think so.
The reason I wanted to write this post is I am afraid one day I will forget the many memories that you and I are making with playing ball or dunking the ball into the basket. I remember when I would ask my mom what I liked to do she would say dress up, but there was nothing specific about it. I would find myself making up silly stories that went along with dressing up so that I could tell them to anyone who would ask what I liked to do when I was little. Obviously my mom was not blogging when I was 2 so I can see why some memories can slip through.
But I will remember the ball playing and hitting Daddy's big screen TV. It's okay. That is something we can keep to ourselves, that is unless we do put a giant whole in it one day. But hey, that would be a very good memory for us!
I love my little ball player. You are too cute for words and I just love the way you say, "Baaaaaaalllllllllllllll"!