~TKKBTN~

When Kate throws a baseball, she first holds it at eye level and then sort of pushes it forward using her forearm. She combines this action with a sort of skip-hop where her foot kicks up behind her like a pony, or like a little cheer-leading move, or, well, like a little girl.

So I was watching this and I told her,

"Kate, you throw like a girl!"

whereupon Travis immediately chimed in with,

"And she also sprayed her pink soccer ball with perfume."

Of course she did.

Where this girly-girl of all pink ruffly girlishness came from is beyond me. Needless to say she did not draw these girly charms from clumsy, awkward, unfashionably-dressed little old me.

Last week we were on a Sunday walk that at some point involved a small degree of mud. On the paved trail we were walking. Kate was in a tizzy and wondered how on earth she was going to get around the mud and what a mess and are we hiking? (She said it with about that much emphasis. Heaven forbid.)

Kate would rather play photographer.

[Travis & I played some catch too.]

And Brooklyn and Troy painted the town

Silly kiddos!