Basketball not Ball Ball

Squeaker and I have both been sick this week. She seems to be over her cold. The Daddy person is still working on getting rid of it. We went to our first basketball game of the season today. One of the Daddy person's colleges beat another of his colleges. I thought of course of going to 'ball ball' games with her last winter. Then she kept staring at the jumbo-tron, pointed at lot and periodically said 'ball ball'. Now from our seats in the rafters, she asks me, "What that blue thing?". Since one of these schools has blue as a color, there were lots of blue things, "That's the out of bounds line. No. Scoreboard? No. The mascot! Yes". She liked sitting in her seat and spent most of the first half eating the provisions I had brought along. We spent halftime wandering the arena together watching the 'bimp'. She sat peacefully on my lap during the second half. So peacefully that I realized she had fallen asleep. She slept until the final minute, despite a very noisy crowd.

In blog posts long ago I made the joke that Squeaker would sign please when she wanted a book read to her, because it seemed like she was memorizing them. Brite wanted me to mention that the last phase of reading Squeaker a book is that she sits on the floor and reviews each page, doing her best to retell the story.

Story of the Week
Brite: Squeaker are you awake?
Squeaker: Yes. (softly and curled up on her pillow) There was a 'pider on my pink blanket.
B: There was a what?
S: A 'PIDER was on my pink blanket over there.
B: What did you do?
S: My pulled my legs up, up, up.
B: How did you feel about there being a spider in your bed?
S: My pulled my legs up.
The next day (after Squeaker's linens had been laundered), Squeaker got a wooden spider from one of her puzzles and hid it under her bed.
S: (giggling) There is a 'pider under my bed. Find it Brite!

That's all for this week. I didn't take any pictures, so I don't have any new ones to post this evening. I'll get some good ones this week.