Don't get me wrong. I love all sports. I played several during my glory days. But, basketball paid for my college. It was my job. A fun job. A job that took me to Europe and Florida and California and the Bahamas. It was my life.
I think I had high expectations for my 3 year old (something that is hard to remember. he may look like he's 5 or 6, but he's just 3.). Dude does NOT like to dribble. The good news is he likes to take if from me while I dribble and he also likes to pass! He likes to shoot too, but not jump...it's a half-dunk/half-tip toe that he prefers because they play on short goals and he's the only one that can do it that way so it's "cool" to him. It gives me anxiety.
|Over under w/ the ball. He enjoyed the games!|
|Prayer time before beginning the day|
|Ty watchin' Acey and Papaw. My Dad spent thousands of hours in the gym with me. Now he's working on his boys!|
|Tip-toe shot. Gotta work on that!|
|Brayden, Ty, and Brock. They LOVED their trophies!|
|So proud. So, so proud!!!|
|Garrett, Brayden, and Ty. They used to all go to the same sitter!|
|Game faces are on!|
|Ty and Brayden on their way to the first game. I love this picture. Steph and I love being boy Mama's!|
So now we're up to 3 trophies and Tee-Ball is next. 3 days a week of sports at 3 years old. WOW!
And, it's only just begun...