Baby Blase

There was some yelling about the ball that-shall-not-be-named today. But, nothing like yesterday’s hysterics:

Elizabeth was pretty irritated about the redundancy and duration of the yelling and catching and throwing but, finally embraced it and attempted to teach Harrison the finer points of the game including hiking the ball through your legs:

and the all-important victory dance:

Maybe we should look for a male-nanny when Elizabeth goes?

Listening: The Smith Westerns