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Volleyball

We took Patrick to his cousin's volleyball game the other night.

What a terror that could have been ...

What fun we had!

We got there and Patrick got fixated on the net bag of volleyballs that the girls were using ... he simply sat back and watched as they added and removed balls.

Then, he sat on my lap as the girls practiced serving over the net ... all patience.

Once the balls were back in the net, he did pick up the bag and attempt to carry it off the court ... I was impressed that he managed to get it off the ground; it was bigger than he is.

As the game got going, he again sat patiently in my lap and watched the game; clapping at all the appropriate times.

When his cousin got up to serve, he was wildly cheering and calling her name ... could you ask for anything more of an eighteen month old son!

I couldn't believe how much fun he had and how well he behaved ... what a cool night!

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