Volleyball Might Not Be Her Game

Having spent most of my life truly believing I didn't have an athletic bone in my body, I want to be sure that Abbey feels like she can play sports if that turns out to be one of her interests.

She's a pretty tough little girl; falls and bumps and bruises don't bother her.  She can run and kick at the same time (sometimes).  Soccer might be her thing.

She's still asking about gymnastics classes and playing balance beam on Dylan's crib.  Maybe she'll be flying between uneven bars before we know it.

She's absolutely enchanted by her daddy, and baseball has a special place in his heart (alongside every other sport known to man).  Perhaps she'll be able to perfect that crazy looking underhand softball pitch.

But volleyball?  It might not be in her genes. 

Four generations of women in my family were together this April, so we (of course) captured it on film.

it has to be noted that I am 5'1" (on a good day)

and I am in my bare feet in this picture 

Dylan wanted to play, too