On a totally unrelated note :-)

Yesterday, Maddie had her first gymnastics class. She's my little klingon girl and normally at class type things she's okay for the first ten minutes or so, then comes running to me in tears because she can't do it without me with her. Not that it's a bad thing, that's just been her MO for the last couple of years.

So when she expressed interest in gymnastics, I was hesitant. Not outwardly, but inside I was afraid that this would end the same way, in tears and hurrying out the door. We did some tumbling around the house and got a book from the library just to make sure this was going to be her cup of tea. She loved doing it at home. So off we went yesterday to "try it out".

She got there, and I waited by the wall. Off she went with the little gymnastics instructor with about 10 other little girls. She tumbled, she cartwheeled, she even did some loop-de-loops on the high bar! (with help from Mr. not-so-little gymnastics instructor....) what was I saying again? :-P Oh yeah, she did all this without even a second glance at me. Well, a glance or two to make sure I caught her stunts. She was so happy! Jumping around on the mat after her tumbles, running to get a drink, dipping her hands in the chalk like a fiend...it was wonderful to watch!

She'll be 6 in a few short weeks. How did I become the mother to a 2, 6 and almost 9 year old?!