My brother, Greg, and I did get a little break for an hour when we went to my nephew, John's, basketball game. Greg is their coach. Here I did take pictures!
My Little Man
listening to the coach
lining up before the start of the game
running down the court
[my brother the coach] giving pointers to players on the bench
watching the ball
paying attention to the game while the other players get their turn - not
dribble, stop, jump, shoot!
father and son
Why do I call him my little man?
~Because I've watched him grow since he was 20 months old (he's now 6).
~Because I'm his favorite Auntie (well, at least from my point of view and since this is my blog, that's the POV that counts!)
~Because I let him get away with just about everything~within reason (I'm practicing for my future grandchildren.)
We did get them all moved. I'm too old for all this physical labor. I ache in far too many places. Thank goodness we had a lot of help!
I edited the photos with PW's seventies action.
Til next time ~ find your joy! I did!