Hannah is such a little mother-type...we went outside for a rousing game of croquet last night, and she brought her little stroller out. Don't know if you can tell, but she has a tiny little naked baby doll, a sippy cup for her doll, and a photo album in the stroller. She played the first game with us, and the third game, but took a break during the second one to feed her baby. I looked over at her sitting in her little kid's lawn chair and saw her screw on the lid to her sippy cup and give it a good shaking like she was mixing formula for her baby to drink. I'm still nursing, so I'm not sure where she got it from...I'm guessing it's all built in by the Lord.
Hannah has the same mothering instincts, but unfortunately for her, Hannah has my athletic ability, too. Brent tries to help her out, but she just doesn't get it. Daniel was even trying to encourage her last night, but some things were just not meant to be...
When Daniel realized how well Hannah did if Brent helped her, he starting playing all helpless so Brent would help him, too. Daniel does just fine...I think he just wanted his fair share of attention. By the end of the third game, Daniel and I were ganging up on Brent, but he still managed to blow us away at "Stinger" all three times. We even tried to change the rules (a trick I'm known for in my last futile attempts at winning) but he got us everytime...it's no fun when we play with grown-ups...next time Daniel, Hannah, and I are playing by ourselves...maybe then I'll have a chance...but I'm not holding my breath!
Just a fun shot I took the other night...has absolutely nothing to do with croquet, but I couldn't resist this face!