Maybe it has to do with the fact that he went to over 25 games during his first year of life while Ryan was coaching. Or maybe it's because we watch a lot of basketball on TV. Or maybe it's just in his blood.
Yesterday, we went to a neat park that had a lake with a designated swimming area, baseball fields with lots of little kids practicing, swings, playgrounds, little rock walls to climb-basically everything a kid needs to have a good time. I would have loved this park when I was a child.
Anyway, we put Nate in his stroller and started walking through the park looking for a restroom, because I'm pregnant and am always looking for the nearest restroom. It's annoying at times, but what am I going to do about it?
As we were walking through the park looking for a restroom, Nate spotted a small basketball court. 2 boys were shooting around and Nate instantly wanted to be there. He pointed. He kept saying, "ball" and insisting that we make our way to the court. I think he thought that we weren't seeing what he was seeing. Why would we ever walk away from a basketball hoop?
After finding the much needed restroom, we grabbed a covered table. We had packed a picnic lunch, and although we very much intended on taking him to the basketball court, we wanted to eat first. It took Nate a while to calm down and focus on eating lunch and less on playing basketball, but his eye was on that court the entire time.
So when we were done eating lunch, we took Nate to the court and he was a happy boy. Even though it was raining, he didn't care.
So I embrace Nate's enthusiasm for the sport. I put a basketball game on TV when he asks for it (even if it's an old game still on our DVR), when he runs to get his basketball before leaving the house, I let him take it, and when he wants to run around on a court in the rain, we let him.
Are we creating a monster? Probably. Do I find it absolutely adorable? Yep.