Lil really likes throwing things. Stuffed animals are launched from her crib at least once a day, and Mama was struck in the head by a rogue lemon last week. It's a miracle I walked away without a bruise. Lil will also throw herself on the floor in a fit of despair from time to time. What she really loves to throw is this wool dryer ball that we used at our old place when adding fluff to the laundry was important. Now it's the perfect Lil-sized ball, firm enough to get a good grip, but soft enough not to damage Mama or any of the household items. Everyday Lil's arm gets stronger and more accurate. Most impressive is the fact that she'll wait to throw until the count of three...
I wonder how small of a baseball glove I can find. Shoulda looked in Cooperstown...
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