...of a football star

In an effort to assimilate more fully in our new non-American home, Quinn purchased a football. Not an American football. But a football. The vocabulary is very important, as well. It is not a soccer ball. It is a football. And Abram has taken a great interest in this new addition to his toy arsenal. It is the only ball we own, so that's probably the one of the reasons for his admiration.

He had a great time playing with the new football on the beach with Daddy on Easter Sunday.We made him sit and eat for a few minutes before he was allowed to get up and start kicking it and throwing it around.

And Selah proved she is ready to start holding her own at the table, as she is regularly eating whatever we eat and just taking bites instead of having to have everything cut up or torn up for her.

My little girl is growing up so fast!

Then she and I cheered for the boys from the table and finished our food.

And Abram went at it. He had such a great time. Makes me wonder if he's going to follow in his Uncle Pete and Aunt Liesl's footsteps...

And then we headed down to the water to check out the waves. We left the football a little ways from the water and Abram kept checking to make sure it was still there. He loved watching the water, but didn't really want to touch it or get wet (which was ok by me).

Quite a nice family outing, if I do say so myself.

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