Bridger's first word was "ball." It's so cute the way he says it too--it sounds like he's asking a question each time, "ball? ball?" What a cutie! His favorite ball is a basketball. Whenever he sees a basketball hoop he starts asking for a ball which means he wants to go play basketball. Jake and I took him to Sam's Club with us the other night and Bridger started asking for a ball. We couldn't figure out what he saw so we looked around the store. Sure enough, there was a basketball standard clear across the room and Bridger picked it out.
Here's Bridger and Grandpa Jimmy playing with Bridger's basketball hoop.
He was learning how to let go of the ball. He just kept holding onto it.
Brooke and Bridger
Bridger got to go to his first Jazz game last weekend thanks to Liz and Wes for inviting us along. He looks a little tired in this picture. It may or may not have been past his bedtime.
Oh, no! Bad pass, Boozer!
Liz, Bridger, and me enjoying the game. The Jazz creamed the Hornets so we had more fun chatting than watching.
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