...is simply baseball, baseball, baseball.
I feel like I do nothing else but shuffle children around from practice to game to game to practice and do laundry.
White pants + PNW rainy weather + muddy fields = mama does a lot of laundry.
All three kidlets are playing baseball. Did I mention that already? Meaning the girls play BASEball, not SOFTball. Big difference around these parts. And, everyone we talk to always respond the very same way, "I didn't know girls could play baseball?!" Yup, they can!
We tried softball and I do worry my girls aren't making connections with the other girls, but after a couple years of really going nowhere skill wise and schedules being bounced around who had dance and gymnastic and horse riding lessons. Not to mention all the singing and dancing in the dugout. We decided to put the girls into baseball.
The kids are on the same schedule. Bonus! Plus, the boys don't dance or sing or even once mention an American Girl doll.
It builds some major confidence in our middle child, especially, being nine and all. Lessons she learns is that she can do the same things boys can do, and in most cases kick their butts at it. Not to mention the lessons it holds for the boys having a rocking girl play on their team. So I would like to take a minute and say "you are welcome" to their mothers.
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