There are two things that Jack loves most of all these days -- and believe it or not neither is cars and trucks, although those do still come in a close third. He loves balls and he loves music. (More about music later.) When I say he loves balls, I mean he loves basketball, football, soccer, tennis, baseball . . . he loves to watch them, "play" them -- he "plays" football, basketball and soccer with his papa amongst other people and tennis with his Aunt Sam. But he also just loves to play with his basket of balls at home. He will play for the longest time just taking the balls out of the basket and moving them around as a group -- corralling them, in a sense. Then he will study them for awhile and then move them somewhere else. Then he will start throwing, kicking, and shooting them into his little basketball goal in his room.
Papa caught him in the act the other day . . .
Papa also caught some of the many faces of Jack that we are seeing around here these days . . .
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