This is an
account of what it is like to attempt to play a sport with a frilly
dress wearing, hair-bow adorning, My Little Pony loving, dancing
princess, also known as Ava.
Friday evening
after dinner, we headed out back to play basketball. Five minutes into
the game, Ava decided that she needed to change the clothes on her
Webkinz, which were sitting on the patio table. This, of course, left
me without a teammate, and I was getting rather beaten up by her Daddy,
who shall remain nameless (HA!).
So...I convinced
Ava to put down the Webkinz and head into the yard to play soccer with
Mommy. After running all over the backyard for, oh, say, another five
minutes, Ava headed for the patio, once again, because her Webkinz also
wanted to play soccer. After being told that Webkinz cannot play soccer
because they will get dirty, she decided that we should play "catch
ball" instead. And so, Ava and I played catch with her rainbow ball for
another five minutes.
At that point,
Daddy and Lukas decided they were missing us and decided they could play
something with us instead of basketball (because, really, Ava and
basketball are just not a very good mix yet). We were going to play a
family game of soccer but decided to teach the kids to play kickball
instead. Of course, there are only four of us, so we had to make up
some of our own rules. It was us against Daddy first. When it was
Ava's turn, she kicked the ball and ran to first base. Then she
wandered into the garden to look at the strawberry plants that have
taken over the entire plot(and they are blooming already...strawberries
here we come!). We reminded her to go back to her base. When the next
person kicked the ball, she ran...to the swingset because her feet
hurt(this is her currant favorite excuse) and she wanted to rest until
it was time for her to run again.
After this, we
switched roles and it was everyone against Lukas who really wanted to
throw the ball and get us out. While Ava was waiting her turn to kick
again, she picked some pretty purple violets that were growing in the
grass and gave them to me. Then, she kicked the ball, ran to first base
and decided that she wanted to be the one to roll the ball. After
giving Lukas two more throws, it was Ava's turn. I think she rolled the
ball three times before deciding that she needed to, once again, tend
to those needy little Webkinz (she got two new ones this week, a Yorkie
and a pink cat).
Eric (oops, he
was supposed to remain nameless), Lukas, and I did work up a sweat and
get some exercise in the midst of all this. Ava, of course, did not,
but we had a great evening and made some wonderful family memories.
While basketball, soccer, and kickball are not Ava's thing at this
point, she is so graceful on the dance floor (well, she's only 4, but
she's pretty graceful for 4). We are so looking forward to her first
recital at the end of May. I'm sure that you will have the opportunity
to come back to my blog and read all about it, and there will be
pictures. Of course! Aren't there ALWAYS pictures?
Go spend some
time with your cherished ones and make some great memories of your own.
They'll never forget it. You'll be making an investment that will last
forever.
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