That was until I had a daughter. Last week at Lucy's 15 month check-up the nurse asked me if she could throw a ball overhand. I didn't know. I couldn't remember her throwing a ball. She's thrown toys when she's mad at her brothers, so I said yes. I was very disappointed that we hadn't played catch with our little girl. So I went home and rolled or threw the ball to her that afternoon. That lasted about 3 seconds. She has no interest. She'll play for a few turns, mostly to be part of the action, and then she goes and gets her dolls.
This is what Lucy was doing during the mayhem that is monkey in the middle. Pretty dang cute! She's started bouncing and trying to feed her babies. She's even adopted the babies I gave to the boys, to Justin's horror, when they were little.
So now I imagine people with daughters probably sing songs and rock baby dolls to sleep quietly before bed. While at the Spencers, all "H" is breaking loose while Lucy bounces her babies.
