From the minute he wakes until he goes to sleep, balls occupy most of Charlie’s brain space. We have juggling balls and tennis balls flying through the air from dawn to dusk. But “base…..ball” has stolen Charlie’s heart. You might be surprised to learn that our version of “baseball” involves a black and white ball, toes and a lot of kicking. That’s right! Soccer, or Football, as the non-American part of the world calls it. But Charlie has decided that such a glorious sport deserves more than the already confusing two names it already owns and had dubbed it Baseball. Though we have tried over and over to correct this, Charlie knows he knows best! So, for the foreseeable future, “base…..ball” it is!
Some highlights of this obsession are when Charlie discovered Jonathan’s soccer cleats and insisted on wearing one to kick the ball. That was the slowest game of soccer I have ever seen. It went like this. Try to put on Dada’s shoe. Loose balance. Cry. Get help from Mama. 
Another highlight has been family soccer games in our living room. This tradition started because it was 115 degrees outside, and Charlie and I had to stay inside all day. (This is pretty much the same as torture for the mama of a toddler.) We were trying to keep ourselves amused and then Jonathan saved the day by coming out from the office to take a 15 min break and challenged us to a game. Charlie learned to put his arms up and yell “goal!” Indoor soccer is pretty fun for all of us, I must say!
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No matter what he calls it, he has the moves down. Must be all the soccer you kids played, to say nothing of the soccer I played growing up in Bolivia! Sigh... Great family fun!
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