{genetics}

So, if you know me, you know that I am not a sporty girl. When I was about Emily's age, I was asked to leave the softball team after getting hit repeatedly in the head with the ball. (yes, I know, it explains a lot!) And I was totally FINE with that - the leaving, NOT the head hitting. I only played one year of soccer - getting yelled at by my teammates for running the wrong way down the field with the ball was not exactly fun. At least I was way too uncoordinted to actually kick the ball in our own goal......

However, I was in marching bad. And before you tell me that this involves no coordination, YOU try playing an instrument in time with a bunch of other people playing their instruments WHILE moving around a football field in formation. Heel-toe baby!! My calves never looked better.

But that didn't involve a ball. Thank goodness!

Fast forward a few years, and I would like to present you with Allison 3.0 - a.k.a Paige Elizabeth. Allison 2.0 - a.k.a. Emily is partially afflicted with this same disease.

It's not for lack of trying....but my sweet little princess cannot catch or throw.



But she looks quite determined.



And maybe a bit scared of the ball.



Perhaps it the tongue.



We played catch with both girls after dinner last night. If you would like to call it that.

Eric and I practiced catching pop-ups in preparation for this summer's annual Bat Ball game on August 7th. I am determined to shed my uncoordinated self and catch at least ONE pop up.

Let me just say, Eric has his work cut out for him!