Hoop Dreams

Myla is obsessed with basketball. There's really no other way to say it. We first saw it at my dad's retirement celebration, where she watched the game intently and loved playing with a basketball during the reception. Then, a couple of weeks ago, we took her to one of Matthew's intramural games. She was in heaven. The court is bordered by these little benches, and she rolled her basketball up to it, sat on it, and folded her arms on the bench to watch:



She seems to know when to clap, and she yelled out "Daddy! Daddy!" across a silent gym while Matthew was shooting free throws. He was cracking up so much that he missed them both.

Since that visit, Myla has learned to say "basketball" (her first three-syllable word), and says it about 100 times a day. She plays with her basketballs at home and at school, and often points to the TV and demands: "basketball!" She isn't much for TV watching generally, but she likes it when hoops are on!

Perhaps it was inevitable given her genes, but we may have a gym rat on our hands.

UPDATE: Matthew added this awesome video he shot of M.J. procaiming her love: