While Spencer and Lydia were enjoying their morning movie and lunch, Nico and I held down the fort at home. Wonderful baby that he is, Nico took a long morning nap while I caught up on work and watched the Packer game.
In the afternoon, we had lunch together and went for a long walk back to an old, favorite playground. When we returned home, Nico was still keen on spending as much time outside as he could. It was a gorgeous, cool, windy day and when a gust lifted up Nico's hair he always turned to me and exclaimed, "Wind!" He loves all different kinds of balls and I was surprised when he started saying, "Catch!" over and over to me. We picked up one of our old balls and started kicking it back and forth to each other until Nico picked it up. "Catch!" he said again and walked it over to my open hands. "You can catch it Nico," I said. "Hold your arms out like THIS..." And put my palms up, elbows at my chest. Nico formed a perfect cradle with his arms and after only two attempts...Woo Hoo! The kid caught his first ball.
After I told him to throw the ball back to me, he walked right up and kind of rolled it back into my hands, just as he had when we started. And that's OK: first 'catch' and we can work on 'throw' another day.
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