The kid is in gymnastics again. It’s the third gymnastics class she’s taken. During the first class she went from crawling to walking. Now she’s taking her first class without me in the gym with her.
She loves her gymnastics. She loves to bounce and swing and hang, and she gets to do it all in a padded room, which makes me happy.
One thing I’m not so sure about is the part of the class where she put her hands on the floor and walk her feet up a triangular block.
Good lord, she’s going to learn how to do a handstand.
There is no way she’s not trying that at home.
This whole thing where she’s safe and supervised for an hour a day while I get to just sit back and watch? It’s about to backfire on me, I can feel it.