At least she's not a belly itcher.

Yep. That's Tori pitching in that picture. Last week our starting
pitcher hurt her shoulder during a game. We were winning 8-2 when she
went down. We lost that game 9-8 on a bases loaded walk. In the two
games since then we gave up 13 and 15 runs. So Tori started pitching
last week in the backyard just in case. In our game tonight, our
starter gave up 11 runs in the first two innings so I figures, 'Hey,
why not?' Before the next inning while they were warming up, Tori
wasn't even close to finding the plate. For some reason, I got
ridiculously nervous. I'm one of 'those' parents now. Walking the
first batter didn't calm me down any either. She calmed down though
and only gave up 1 run over the next two innings. She's still got a
lot of work to do to become a true pitcher, but you gotta start
somewhere.

Which reminds me; this week marks a year that we've had Tori and
Gavin. And a little over two years ago we only had TWO kids. Two years
ago, if you would've told me that at this point I was going to have a
pre-teenage girl, two nine year old boys, a six year old diva, and a
two year old monster; I would've punched you in the face and slashed
your tires. Now I'm almost peeing on myself when my 12 year old goes
to the mound for the softball team that I'm coaching. What!?! What
happened? I blacked out. Just kidding. I wouldn't trade any of it for
anything.....well, maybe for a couple of hours of sleep, but that's it.