Hoop! There it is!

A few weeks ago, my BFF, Pooh, was in Poky with her fam. Her son, Bishop, had a basketball tournament. Ben and I decided to go down and take the kids with us so we could spend a teeny bit of time with them. We don't see them as much as we'd like to.

Two pregnant ladies, one radiant and glowing, one looking a little green around the gills:

And now Pooh is no longer pregnant, lucky gal.

This is Pooh's younger son, Judge:

He's the spitting image of his daddy. And he is a mellow, sweet kid. He and my two oldest kids played together the whole time. They were being quite rambunctious. Pooh and I were both too tired to do much about it.

Cazzie, Pooh's husband, is Bishop's coach. Here are the two of them on the bench at one point:

Caz is so good with those kids. They had to play man-on-man, and they kept kind of forgetting that. So Caz had a little key phrase he would say to remind them to stay on their man - "Sticky glue." So he was yelling, "STICKY GLUE! STICKY GLUE!" the whole time. It was really cute. The team they played were dirty players. Major fouls.

Oh, and it's so funny, because at this level, they aren't sticklers about calling traveling. The kids were taking five, six steps with the ball in their hands. It was really funny. If they called traveling every time, the games would last about eight hours.

Here is Bishie on the left. I wonder if he might have had a wedgie he was taking care of:

The kid on the right is Bishop's friend, Deng.

Our little Bishie man in action:

We had a really great time. Pooh and I sat and laughed at people and talked about how she was going to have her daughter any minute now. It took a couple of more weeks, unfortunately. Pooh promised me her maternity clothes, and that makes me excited. Some kid came and asked Pooh for her chair. We couldn't believe it. Hellooooooo. You don't ask a pregnant lady for her chair. Sheesh. Micah was a butthead, so I made Ben deal with him.

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