So far, Babalouie's love of sports is non discriminatory. His favorite sport is whatever happens to be in season.
Last summer, at the age of two, he demonstrated that he's extremely coachable. In our back yard, I told him "look where you want the ball to go as you throw it." He followed directions and within minutes could throw the ball right to me. I told him "don't look at me when I pitch, keep your eyes on the ball." Before the afternoon ended, he was smacking the ball over my head. He's the first two year old I've ever known who could connect with a moving ball.
This spring, he's been working on his dribbling and basketball handling skills. He can now dribble with each hand for twenty or thirty seconds before the ball gets away from him. That's a lot, considering the ball comes up to his hips!
So a few weeks ago, he found himself spending an afternoon at a house that had a basketball hoop on the garage but not a single basketball or ball of any kind on the property. His frustration knew no bounds.
That evening, we all gathered at Grandma Punkin's for dinner and Babalouie never made it into the house. He spent three straight hours out in the driveway, shooting hoops like he'd dreamed of all afternoon.