More Balls Than Dolls....

Any visions I had about rearing a child and enjoying tea parties, dolls, and tiaras have been soundly laid to rest since The Chunster arrived on the scene. The child enjoys a ball. Baseball? Loves it. Soccer? Wants to sign up for the fall season when she turns 4. Basketball? Limited exposure, but likes the bouncy action. See the last photo? This is when I walked through the living room and found her sitting with her baseball gear in her lap watching golf. I am not kidding. Chunie's referral documents said she liked "boy toys," and I self-assuredly thought, "well, she's probably never had a girl toy." Friends, I am here to tell you that the child has been exposed to so-called "girl" toys, and she prefers her sports gear, tools, and train table. There's no 'splainin it, so I just go with it. Case in point: I took The Chun-bug shopping for new jammies. She was quietly mulling over the Dora, Princess, and butterfly offerings when she exclaimed, "I see the ones I want!!!" and darted across the aisle (yep...to the boys' section) to pick out the sports jammies. She was thrilled to see a set with a soccer ball, baseball, and basketball on them. And here's the news flash: I bought them!!! Yes, navy and red. Yes, from the boys' section. Nope, not a tiara in sight. She is The Chunster, and she is her own person, and I just love her...balls and all!