You can't hang out at the beach AND go to gymnastics classes, so both girls had to miss a week of the fun. For Alexis, that was fine because she has somehow found herself to be the only one who regularly shows up for her tumbling class. Private lessons at group class prices, FTW! A few weeks of one-on-one time has done wonders for helping her get more confident with some of her nuttier tumbling runs, so she was completely okay with missing a week.
The other one, though. HOOBOY.
Mila's love for gymnastics has escalated as each weeks passes. She gets braver and braver, which means she has more and more fun. She's now routinely throwing herself off the edge of a trampoline into a pit of foam squares six to eight feet below. Zero hesitation. She just jumps off and assumes all will be well. The good news is that if she tries to do that somewhere that isn't gymnastics, at least I know she will giggle on her way down. It's going to hurt when she lands, but laughter along the way will help.
Mila didn't realize she was missing a week of gymnastics, but she sure did cherish the moment when we returned.
The second I turned the corner towards the gym, Mila yelled, "GYMNASTICS!" Which, yes, that's a disappointment right there. She used to say "Nassy-sticks" but apparently when you try to video a kid saying a word in a funny way too many times, they figure out how to say the word correctly. It made for a depressing day, that's for sure. With her properly enunciated declaration out of the way, Mila threw in some excited kicks and bounces and WOWSERS. I now know what it looks like when glee shoots out of that kid's butt.
She had a very fun 45 minutes. I've figured out that if I offer her donuts at the end of class, I can get her to leave willingly, so it's pretty darn perfect.
And this week is the last week of classes. ::SadTrombone::
I haven't signed anybody up for tumbling or gymnastics or anything because HELLO, CHEER SEASON. Cheer season sucks up every minute of every day, it seems. It leads straight into dance season which is a whole other kind of time suck, so basically if Alexis wants to do anything that isn't dancing, cheering, eating, or sleeping, she's going to have to wait until November. It's not a negotiable thing because she will soon have some sort of practice four nights per week and a game on the weekend.
That's it. That's my max.
Which leaves Mila with nothing. Which is clearly a problem.
So, hey, if you see me running around like a chicken who is having a very bad day, just know it's because I am running all over town so that both of the girls can do the things they want to do. Somehow I'm going to figure out how to balance all of the things.
And I wouldn't want it to be any other way.
