My sweet, little, girly princess is not at all against trying some more - let's call them "less girly" - pursuits. After a week-long unit at preschool on camping, she asked me to take her camping. Outside. In a tent.
She can't handle an ant or fly coming within 30 feet of her, but she wants to go camping? Outside? In a tent?
I don't want to dissuade her from trying something new, so I was very happy to share with her that her daddy was an expert camper and he would surely one day take her.
When she wanted to stop into the team store for the local baseball team, I was happy to oblige. While I a far from being sporty, I definitely want to encourage Lilah to try anything in which she is interested. Once inside, she found the PERFECT tiny pink bat and a mini-ball to match, so we left with the makings of some fun afternoons ahead.
One weekend back in May, when it was drizzly and cool, Lilah decided it was time for me to warm up my pitching arm and test her old hand-eye coordination with a game of slow-pitch.
She's lucky I grew up with a good uncle who taught me how to pitch, hit, and shoot a bow and arrow!
Due to the drizzle, we kept it on the back porch, which cramped our style a little, but overall probably was a blessing and kept us from losing our ball.
Here she is practicing her stance.
Oh, she's playing mind games with the pitcher. She might be a natural.
Or not. I guess we can at least say she kept her "eye" on the ball.
Over and over again, she flailed at the ball through mostly closed eyes.
My daughter. Definitely my daughter.
Except I'm pretty good at hitting a slow-pitch softball.
I'm going to have to take her to the batting cages!
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