Either he's constantly handing anyone around a ball while he proceeds to bat with any object that he can find. Here he's batting with a role of wrapping paper.
Or he's playing Wii Sports.
Or bowling on the Ipod Touch.
Or he's playing with a real sports ball.

Even at church he hands me the Magna-doodle and asks me to draw a ball.
He can say golf (gaw) and baseball (ba -ball), but most of the time all I hear is "'ts da ball?" Even in his sleep! One night when I was tucking him in he was saying his famous phrase "ts da ball". The other day I heard him say in his cute, sing-songy way, "Ball, wher-aw-oo?" (Where are you). I can't wait until he's old enough to get into organized sports. I think baseball is his favorite. (In fact, as I was posting this he handed me a plastic bowling pin to use as a bat and proceeded to pitch the plastic bowling ball to me.)
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I think it is something in the genetic make-up of a boy. Hopefully one day he will make some good money with his skills! :)
Uh, oh, I have a feeling that I am going to be at Baseball practice 5 nights a week in a few years.
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