Blowing & Drifting

After dinner tonight, the girls and I went outside to play catch and have a few more minutes of active fun. As Julia and I were tossing a ball back and forth, Vivi – wearing a nightgown for no good reason at all – transformed herself into “Ball Fief” and proceeded to try to steal the ball from us as we threw it.

She’s quick enough that she was actually quite good at this, routinely grabbing the ball away from Julia after a missed catch. Julia thought the whole thing was hilarious, and happily chased Vivi up and down the yard, laughing and shrieking. Once Julia caught Genevieve, they’d have a sort of miniature rugby scrum from which Julia would eventually emerge with the ball – only to throw it off the mark and start the whole cycle over: Vivi in her purple nighty, sprinting over the grass with the ball clutched to her chest, Julia in a favorite skirt-and-shirt combination, pumping her arms with the effort of catching up.

I just sat on the grass laughing until my stomach hurt and occasionally trying to either field a catch or make a throw. I would have been elated to get a minute of these hijinks on video, but I’m glad I have all twenty minutes of them in my brain.