Ready for tee-ball??

Rachel asked me to play baseball with her tonight, so we went upstairs to the attic, she got out the inflatable milk bottle that she wields like a baseball bat, and I tossed the inflatable balls to her. She whacked most of them pretty well; two went straight down the line past the "pitcher's mound," (Mommy standing a few feet away).

"WOW, Rachel!" I kept saying.

"I'm ready for REAL baseball!" she insisted. So I'm sure that come spring, we'll be looking for the peewee equivalent of Little League for our little girl.