Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo.

Please tell me you know what song I am singing there.

(Chris Rock? Space Jam? Anybody anybody?)

I won't bore you with telling you for the millionth time how obsessed boy #1 is with basketball.

(Is it okay if I resort to numbering my children, now that I have two?

I feel like it is appropriate to begin that tradition.)

Anyways.

He is beyond obsessed.

Here are some cute pictures from a random Monday evening to prove it.

While the guys played, I bombarded boy #2's tent-of-wonder with 

an annoying flashing camera light.

Poor Cam Bam.

But if my children must learn anything, it is that a camera will be shoved into

their faces for the rest of their lives...so what better time to learn that fact then now?

He's a stinking cute little goob.

I kind of love him- just a titch.

Also, I love this man.

(man #1?)

(nope...that's pushing it.)

Favorite photo of the day award goes to...

 I mean seriously.

Is that tiny human in a giant field not the cutest thing ever?

I will say this, though.

He is the cutest kid on the playground (a non-biased statement...),

but he is thee wimpiest kid on the playground.

He stayed and played on these steps for probably, oh, a solid hour.

We've got to work on his bravery-ness.

For sure.

Anyways, then we went to Cold Stone.

Well, at first we tried to get root beer floats in frosty mugs from KFC/A&W,

because who doesn't love a good root beer float?

But then they were like 

"We only have Mug rootbeer from the fountain"

and we realized that it was just a KFC...not an A&W...

and so they could only provide nasty chicken and not root beer floats.

It was awkward.

Hence, the Cold Stone.

So that was that!