Game. Set. Match.

Sometimes I worry about Riley.

You know- 2nd child.

Older brother is cute, smart, athletic.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

And she's been super clingy lately.

Holding my hand E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. we go.

Always wanting to know where I am.

She's been a worry wart lately about being left somewhere. Or us leaving without Jack.

Etc....

We hope all these little idiosyncrasies are just a phase, like thumb sucking or things of that nature.

So - when I asked her if she wanted to do a tennis camp at the beach this summer she seemed eager.

But - she sometimes 'acts' like she's excited about something, only to be super shy in unfamiliar situations. And when that super shyness comes out - she doesn't participate like I know she can.

Tennis camp is this week.

Monday - Thursday for an hour.

Ten 4 and 5 year olds learning the bare bones basics.

Needless to say I was nervous FOR HER.

But- those nerves were for nothing.

She LOVES it.

In fact- she's the best 'little' girl out there.

Her coach couldn't believe that the first time she picked up a racket was the first day of her camp.

She knows how to hit forehanded and backhanded. It's the sweetest thing.

I wasn't able to see her first two camps b/c of Jack's baseball tournament - but I went yesterday and it was so adorable.

We even signed her up for another camp back home.

Maybe she'll stick with it!!

Of course I had to take a little video:

Until next time...