not sure about my older brother, but my cousin for sure should be proud about my little achievement. not that my brother wouldn’t be happy about it or what, after all it’s thanks to him I’m getting better in exploring all the areas of our home (including his own special place too), but I have a feeling if only my cousin could see me more often, he surely would have a good fun with me and maybe he would even remembered his early days before he became a pro he is today.

anyway. all I want to tell you is that in last few weeks I have become a talented ball handler. seriously. I can pick up almost every kind of ball that is at my disposal (no matter how heavy and big it is) and carry it whenever I want to. I have my personal favourites already and I have managed to come to an astute conclusion that the dirtier the ball the better it bounces and rolls. did you know that? you don’t believe me? well you better try it yourself!

I like all sorts of regular football size balls I have, but the one that makes it the hardest challenge, is daddy’s old gym ball almost as big as I’m now. I like to push it in front of me while I roam around the place – and this ball definitely helps as it pushes away anything on my path. as sometimes I have to squeeze it through the narrow entry points around the living room daddy sets up for me, I like the learning aspect of the task.

suffice to say you can get a picture daddy is a messer no smaller than I am, correct? that what if I’ll tell you that only today he came up with this little poem (I think limerick it’s called) and he kept on slagging me with it and sharing with the other members of the family…

should I be mad on him or simply return the favour next week?

Seamus, as you all should know it,

was born in the times of Covid,

but he didn’t mind it at all

as he kept on rolling his ball,

apparently he only had one wit.