My kids are not in it to win it. They’re not even in it for the glory. They’re in it because Mama wants to run to Wal-Mart or Old Navy or Kohl’s or all three for 52 minutes once a week by herself. There, I said it.
Both Emma and Ellie have done gymnastics since they were 2-years-old and potty-trained, that’s the big stipulation. If the child is not potty-trained, you enroll them in a “Mommy and Me” class. I can pay $68 for an entire semester where I do everything or I can pay $68 an entire semester and Miss Brandi can do everything. . .and I can go grab Starbucks and not have to share my chai tea latte with Ellie. There, I said it again.
I think Emma wants to do dance once more in the fall and Ellie’s going for a third round of gymnastics. Ellie loves the cartwheels and the flipovers and I haven’t even mentioned the trampolines. Not too many pictures were taken because I was too busy running around chasing after Ellie!
“Hand hand foot foot. . .hand hand foot foot. . .hand hand foot foot.” This phrase has been repeated down the hallway, in the livingroom, in the girls room, where ever there is enough room for a cartwheel, for the last four years!
This is Ellie if she were to have a face lift done at the age of three!
This is Ellie on the way down after the big jump before!
Ellie enjoying the gymnastics party. Mmmm water.
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