...once we're all dressed and ready for the day, we come downstairs for breakfast and the gathering begins. Every ball must be found and placed carefully on the table, with Big Purple Ball securely underfoot. Then and only then can the eating begin.
Once breakfast is finished, the balls are transfered from the table to the floor, where they are lined up carefully from biggest to littlest (or something close to it). Then Ashton wedges himself in the lineup somewhere and basks in the glory of all the balls. Seriously, folks. Every. Morning.
Then the playing begins. Each ball gets its own turn. Little White Football...
...Little Little Baseball...
...Jingle Ball...
...Socc Ball, Big Fwiss (orange) Basketball...
...and, of course, Big Purple Ball.
(Side note: I think he looks just like my brother Philip in this picture. He made this face a lot when we were little. And had his lip in his mouth a lot.)
He sure does love that thing.
Good times.
1 comment:
No way that is awesome!! I'm glad to know that Eli isn't the only one who has these routines he HAS TO FOLLOW. Eli thinks every door in the house needs to be shut every time he passes :-). By the way, your pictures are amazing! I had no idea you were such a good photographer!
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