Whose Stability Ball is it???

My husband bought me a stability ball that I had been eyeing for a while now. I was really happy when he brought it home....my kids were happier.

For the first 5 minutes, Pickle thought the foot pump was the coolest thing in the world. He started using the pump with his hands, then he figured out it would be more fun to jump on it with both feet. He quickly figured out that blowing up a ball that big was more of a job then he wanted.

"Here Mom you try"

The next 30 minutes were filled with....Are you done yet? Can I play with it now? How much longer? Can't you go any faster?

When I finally finished blowing it up, Pickle ran and jumped onto the stability ball and promptly fell off the other side. He repeated this over and over until we were all laughing so hard we were hurting.

When he was finished playing, Drama decided it was her turn. At first she was afraid of it...and rightly so considering it is bigger than she is. However, she quickly realized that she could use the ball to walk around the room. This made her squeal with delight! She is now exploring the entire house from a whole new level.

Drama now refuses to let anyone else near it, and I am left wondering....Whose stability ball is it???