A place where the half-deflated soccer ball can fly free...
We're going to take down that treehouse-like thing sometime to make more room for me to run (and, ahem, some room to plant veggies).
I help mom work on her soccer techniques so that she doesn't get all flabby...
Notice how I try to steal the ball - knees be damned!
THROW THAT BALL!!!
Ah... now I can relax a little with dad. He has a tasty beer, I have a tasty ball. This was a present from Faya (all the way from Switzerland!) for my last birthday... it's one of my faves.
I think I'm gonna like this.