milestones

Some important developments have come about in Grant's young life. He has always been completely fascinated with balls, trucks and bikes.  His proclivity for these things has only grown as the weather has gotten warmer. He wants to be outside all the time. He wants to throw, bounce, kick and watch. When we are driving, he points out every truck ("guck"). Every truck. There is a little boy across the street who likes to shoot hoops in his driveway. Grant will stand at the window and watch him for really impressive stretches of time.  Cori gave him his first batting lesson a little while ago. The boy was on cloud nine.

A couple of Saturdays ago, we were all chillin in our PJs. Cori and I were working on getting breakfast made. Grace and Grant were wandering in and out of the house. We were keeping an eye on them to be sure they stayed on the deck. As we were getting ready to sit up to the table, we realized that Grant wasn't around. He wasn't on the deck either. We found him sitting in the neighbor's yard, facing the sunrise, basketball in hand. Cori called out to him, "How's it going bud?" Grant waved and said, "Bah!" (Ball) It was so darn cute. 

The most significant incident occurred two nights ago. We had just finished up with family prayer and all the good-night loves and kisses. The remote was in Grant's reach and he picked it up and took it to Cori. Then the following conversation ensued:

Grant: handing Cori the remote, bah bah (Grantese for basket ball)

Cori: Basket ball?

Grant: nodding his head, heah. ('yeah' with out the 'y')

Cori: looking at the remote You want to watch some basket ball?

Grant: huge smile Heah!

Cori: looking at me with firm resolve. I gotta make good on this. We have to watch a little. 

Grant: climbing into Cori's lap with the expression of one who has just died and gone to heaven.

Cori: turning on the playoffs with the expression of one who has just died and gone to heaven.

"The beach is that way"

I wasn't raised in a sports family. Sometimes these kind of obsessions don't make a lot of sense to me. But I get a feeling that I've got a lot of balls, cleats, stinking laundry, practices, games, and possibly a really big truck in my future.