First there was 9 month old Benjamin. He and his mom, Sarah came to play. Like Gianna, Benjamin loves balls - so I pulled out the trusty ol' ball pit.
Can you just suck the pudding out of those cheeks?
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And then there was John Paul. John Paul is six weeks younger than Gianna and came over today with his mom, Kate. It seems as though these two munchkins are cut from the same cloth. Maybe it's the age.
It seems the ball pit has the power to unite little ones. They didn't stay in too long since we quickly became aware of their plot to empty the pen two balls at a time. (They're both really good pitchers.)
After lunch, the two watched a little video. Is that the cutest thing? Check out the sweet little hand-holding.
I have to say that it has been pure joy re-connecting with my sweet friends that I came to know during my youth ministry days. (Yes, I was the youth minister. They were the youth. Feel free to do the math.)