Basketball Camp

Banany recently finished her maiden voyage at basketball camp. It was one hour a day for four days and was limited to girls in grades K-2. It was put on by the high school girls' coach, his assistant coach, and a handful of his players.

The first day, Banany burst into tears when the girls were dismissed for a quick water break and she started running toward the wrong door. After much crying and carrying on, she pulled it together and loved every minute. She since has been playing at the neighbor's house (who granted her full reign of the hoop) and demonstrating her skills to anyone who will watch.

Banany in the yellow shorts, participating in a relay that the girls did at the end of each day.

Banany is in the yellow shorts. Coach is right behind her. He was T-A-L-L.

Double dribble. She refused to try it the first day since she was still crying about the water break. But by the end of the week she was a double dribblin' diva.

Doing dribbling drills.

Say that fast three times.

Doing the little girls' version of the gut buster.

Let's just say the novelty of watching your sister play basketball while you sat on a bleacher wore off by day four.