A 'Lil PT BBall

It is a well known fact that my brother loves the game of Basketball. It is also a well known fact that the game of Basketball does not return his sincere, wholehearted, active kind of love.

His participation in this game has caused broken bones. Fractures. Of the bone kind.

And yet, he continues to play. He's gonna teach his kids good "Stick-to-it-ness" someday.

So last weekend his PT class held a fundraiser for a trip to Haiti. "PT students vs. Faculty and Alumni". We felt inclined to watch, half scared that he was going to harm a Prof in a unfixable manner, flunk out, and live on our couches for the rest of his life. But all went uneventful.

Keely crawled around. Man, did she get dirty. Note to self: No matter how clean the gym floor appears - IT ISN'T.

And I mean, crawled everywhere. At half time she was bound and determined to persuade Uncle R to let her play the second half.

It didn't work.

A game during half time won Henry and T musical Catch Phrase. Adalynn was thrilled, but we still haven't inserted batteries in the game...for good reason. We like our perceived sanity, and that beeping tosses it out the window.

This is my brother, just in case you didn't get a good look earlier.

And yes, this, is my little brother. Oh, I love him so (please don't drop her, please don't drop her!)...