All my life I had to battle to find someone "worthy" of playing football with me. Not that I'm a platinum skirt ... much more 'do not put a skirt that hardly ever .... but a minimum! And so ', armed with good will', I built a worthy companion to the game:) And finally, after 30-plus years, I can go to the Valentine's ball, and armed incursions and play mate!! Last year, just at Easter, we made our first foray. This year, after 12 months of training at home against the wall and mom and dad 'sitting on the couch, Emanuel and 'able to cope already' pretty good with the ball at his feet. In reality 'is quite a sight to see him run after the ball and manage the movements with their feet (entrambi!) but here I say here and deny it to do the usual mother who is from' the air when he talks about his baby .. .. In the House prefers the air. However, yesterday we just have fun! But so much! It was not long ago that I enjoyed so 'in the open air, without detracting from the various trips and gitarelle made since he' was born Emanuele. But the ball on me has always held a mysterious fascination that binds science and entertainment, ability 'to control things and unpredictability' and so for me, still playing ball in air open on a green lawn (though synthetic) is a pure fun. Imagine then if I can share it with Emanuele ....
Below, photos with Easter eggs Kinder giants (he came third this year!) And made some shots to B grandparents' house about two weeks ago.
