I have to say, this new baby in the family is one tough kid. He falls down just all the time. He steps across a threshold and falls; walks and falls; just plain stands there and falls. He walks all crazy too, come to think of it. Kind of like Nathan Lane in “The Birdcage” with that little arms-up waddle. Kind of like the way kids in the old Peanuts comic strip walked – like  Charlie Brown’s little sister Sally seen here on the right.

Soooo he gets banged up, gets scabs on his giant head, then rubs the scabs off in his sleep by rooting around the way babies do and so has to start healing all over again

And the thing is each time he falls I’ve noticed two things: (a) a ball is involved and (b) he doesn’t mind a bit. It’s worth it to him to fall because he just loves balls, any kind you got going. He’ll try throwing ’em, kicking ’em, coming at ’em with a stuffed animal or a slotted spoon and whatever and just sort of whang away at them so maybe he’s a natural athlete I don’t know. Maybe he takes after his grandpa, my cute old Mate For Life Dave, that MVP all through high school, that darn guy who never even tried tennis ’til he was 20, never tried golf ’til he was 30 AND IS REALLY GOOD AT BOTH the son of a gun.

Well it’s this really gorgeous 72-degree day here with the so clear and sharp it looks like an ad for Kodak so let’s make this a short one and say that my newest little grandbaby has two mottoes, the first:

You Should See the Other Guy

9 thoughts on “Balls

  1. So very precious! I was enchanted last Sat. with a baby at my son’s party; lucky daddy to be was able to come home from Iraq in time for her birth. Loved when he kissed her, said he has to be the only man in her life until she is 40! and then taking her to change her diaper, he said, “My name is Daddy and I’m the one who will change your diaper.”

    There were three games set up involving balls – one was bocce; one was swinging two balls connected by thin rope and tossing to a stand with three rungs with points for which one was the recipient of the tossed balls and another game was boards with holes like on golf courses in it and discs were tossed to land in those also adding up points. Can you believe how long these simple games kept grown but competitive men busy? No one even went in the pool. I was drawn over and over to the baby. This was perhaps the same day you were talking about; comfortable, relaxing, a true summer day. I agree with Bernice — we want more!! Andrea

  2. Brings back memories of my little guy – now 30, but great memories all the same. Kids are a great joy.

  3. Terry, he looks just like the Grandpa he’s named after!
    There’s a home movie of me sitting in a carriage at 6 months passing a tennis ball back and forth in my hands. I was never without a ball ever after. And jock I am.

  4. Had to smile when I read this one – I remember *you* as a baby sitting out in front of the ‘house’ playing with your ball…….hmmmmm….seem to remember similarities there………….too funny!
    Thanks for the memories, my friend!!!

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