Last Thanksgiving, Gram and Grandad surprised the boys and their cousins with a huge inflatable ball. The ball is hollow inside, and meant for kids to climb into, and roll around in. The boys loved it!! But they
Cole and Carter were visiting for Thanksgiving, so it was another jumbled up pile of boys rolling the ball all over the park. They ran over each other, they ran away from whoever was in the ball, then they all piled inside and rolled and rolled and rolled, ending up in a tangle. There was a lot of laughing and shrieking.
And a lot of energy spent.
LOTS of energy spent.
After a while, it was back home to a more sedate activity: Making gingerbread houses.
Making gingerbread houses involved a degree of bickering, frustration, and annoyance. So we cut it short.
But look how pretty they turned out!
1 comment:
That ball is cool! When I was a kid, the neighbors had a giant cardboard tube we rode in down a short incline in their yard. It was a bumpy ride. That ball looks much more fun.
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