This evening after Jim got home golfing with Kenny we ran to the grocery for a few items. After an eventful trip to the store which included a road rage incident in the neighborhood and an old man at the grocery "stealing" my rotisserie chicken from me (even though he was there first, there was only one left and it was what I went to the store for, so I claimed it mine) we stopped by a new Chinese Restaurant by the house for take-out. Since it was such a BEAUTIFUL evening, we ate dinner (or supper as Jim's dad calls it) outside.
Champ joined us outside and inbetween bites we threw around his tennis ball with the coolest invention ever that allows us to throw the ball without actually touching the ball. Anyway, here are a few pictures of our little one chasing after the ball...and then refusing to play any longer because he was so pooped!