We have a wardrobe upstairs that holds all of our non-Christmas decorations.  All of the boxes were downstairs during Project Upstairs.  Today I was a BIG help to Barbara while she was trying to put them away. 

 Most of the boxes were light enough for me to carry down the hall.

I opened almost every box and wanted to examine everything.  

 I"m glad I was so curious.  In one of the boxes, I found a beat up old cowboy hat....

... that fits me perfectly.

Other than the hour we spent loading that wardrobe, we played ALL day.  I came up with a game called Rescue Monk Monk from the edge of the cliff.   When Monk Monk would fall over the edge of the cliff (sofa) Barbara would hold onto him and call the fire department.  I would put on my gear and run as fast as I could to the rescue.  Barbara thinks we played this game at least 50 times and she doesn't want to play it any more.  Maybe she will change her mind in a couple of days.

We played "construction site."  Barbara filled a digger with dirt (blocks) and I would back my dump truck up so we could fill it and then I would drive the load off and empty my truck.  Then I would come back for more.  This is another one of those games that I never tire of, but Barbara's attention span is only about 30 minutes.

The best game we played was called "Question."  Barbara describes something and I try to guess what it is.   She might say, "this is something that Mason likes to ride fast around Mimz driveway."   Or "I see something that is red, white, and blue."   Or "This is what we say when someone does something nice for us."   We can play this game any place and we both never tire of it.

Every day we play with balls.  Little, medium, and large, it doesn't matter.  I love them all.