Princess Crankypants

Having a Ball

Baby woke up way too early this morning. I tried to snuggle him back to sleep, but he fought to sit up. “Ball.” “Ball?” Poor sleepy momma asked. “Ball. Ball ball ball ball ball.”

So I got his beach ball and climbed back in bed. We played for a long time, rolling, patting, balancing, throwing it into the ceiling fan and almost knocking over the water glass on the bedside table. “Ball!” meaning “Watch out poor sleepy dada!” He retrieved it and climbed back in bed.

Dada, momma, all done, toy, there, ball. One day we will wake up and he will know 200 words.