Oh no. I'm that mom.

Belle had her very first basketball game ever today. And it was quite the show. I don't think I've been to a "pee wee" sport since I was the pee wee, so I had forgotten what to expect. It was absolutely adorable. I mean... who needs to dribble? Or shoot at the right goal? Such trivial matters to worry with.

We had so much fun watching our little gals battle against the other teams. They tried so hard and did such a good job for their very first go at the sport.

Belle got off to a shaky start, but once she got the groove of things, she was aggressive and a force to be reckoned with on defense. At one point, she pulled out this crazy kung fu/ninja move that scared the ball right out of a little girl's hand. I was so proud of her. I shouldn't be surprised. She's good at everything she puts her little mind and heart to.

Who I WAS surprised at... was me. I always assumed I'd be that mom who sat quietly and cheered from the bleachers. Barely noticeable. But no... I'm not that mom. I started out ok. I was quiet enough. But once the game got going, I found myself yelling things like, "Get your hands up!" "You better get that rebound!" "Get that girl!" And my favorite of the day, "Belle, you have to dribble!" Sigh. Who knew I was that mom.

Here are some pictures from the games. The thing I immediately noticed is that there are very few shots out of at least fifty that my girl isn't smiling. I love that. (Well, except for maybe the last one. She wiped out but hopped right back up. She's a tough little thing. Cute, but tough.)