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Sunday, March 4, 2012

692. Map of My Heart 2 -- Basketball Dreams

Short playing basketball..................

He dreams of making the big teams.  I dream of his basketball career financing my future second home in Hawaii.  Win/win.

Tall also plays basketball. 
Surely one of them will be drafted?

MOV

8 comments:

  1. This just brought back so many memories of my childhood and playing with my Fisher Price basketball net.

    I didn't dream of being in the NBA. In my fantasies, I already WAS in the NBA.

    I hope that one of them can fare better than I did when it came time to graduate to a regulation-sized hoop.

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    1. ha! I love it! You already WERE in the NBA. :)

      I did not dream like that. I had the garden-variety ballerina dreams, like every 5-yr-old. When my dreams got really interesting is when I started taking (the dreaded) piano lessons. For you, dear Youngman Brown, I dragged out the blog I wrote about it. You will laugh:

      http://mothersofbrothersblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/193-childhood-dreams.html

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    1. they get it from their Pop. What they get from me is their excessive love of Girl Scout cookies.

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  3. My husband is 6'7" and I am almost 6'...so therefore we are constantly (only to each other, not in front of him) joking about our future retirement plans off our 4 year old's obvious NBA career. That being said, he is already in like the 125th percentile for height and is pretty athletic, so you never know! ;-)He's on track to be pushing 7'...

    (he wants to play for the Jayhawks someday!)

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    1. you only confide this to your husband? are you crazy? it is time to say these dreams OUT LOUD and in front of your kid! It needs to be a near-constant and subliminal message so your 4-yr-old will have NO DOUBT about his imminent future!!! :)

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  4. Go Team MOV!!!

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    1. oooh, I like the sound of that! haley, t-shirt? how much do I owe you for this design?

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