Football

We tend to think that Kimmie would have been our athelete if she had been normal. At least she takes more of an interest in sports than her siblings. She'll actually watch games with us sometimes.

Kimmie doesn't play, but she likes to pretend.

She's really cute when she is pretending to play football. She signs to us, "brown football." Then she points under her right arm where she pretends the football is. She bends her right arm like a chicken wing, tucking her elbow close to her side to hold the pretend ball tight. Her left arm she sticks straight out in front of her with the palm of her hand up in front. Then she runs across the room, ball tucked tightly under her right arm and left arm straight out. Well, it's not exactly running, but it's the best she can do in the way of running. When she stops she pants a little and tells us she is the winner. If she happens to be sitting down she pretends to run by bouncing her legs up and down. She has a small football which she sometimes puts under her arm.

Just the other day, after having lost weight since the surgery and looking more fragile than usual, we were watching a game and Kimmie started her football routine. I told her she couldn't play football, those football players would crush her. Her sister decided she was too cute and the football players would simply stand back and watch. But Daddy said he thought they'd just pick her up and carry her to the endzone.

We all liked Daddy's vision best.

--Mom