Flippin' Out

Or at least flips could possibly enter the equation one day. Sarah Grace has been on the brink of flying away with all the excitement that has kept her aflutter concerning 'ginastiks' starting today. She has inquired as to how many days, hours, or even minutes 'until I get to go to ginastiks are dare?' as least eighty four times. She considered her options concerning her outfit (which one of her two should she wear first), her shoes (to wear or not to wear), her hair (how many piggies should she have), and did she need a bag to change clothes after it was all over.

The moment arrived to make final decisions, and she chose the suit that fits better, no shoes, and allowed me to do something special with her hair. In fact, she asked me to take a picture so she could look at it 'all the way to my ginastiks.'

Mercy, what am I going to do with such a girly-girl?

I was sure to have the camera with me, hoping to catch some of the antics of her on film my memory card. Alas, they took her across the mats and into a brightly painted room where parents could only watch from afar. Through a door that was propped open.

Barely propped open.

After a few minutes, I gave up and ran a couple of small errands. From my vantage point, I could only see the second grade class, which was interesting and all, but not my kid. And if you know me, you know my attention wanes easily.

When I arrived back to the gymnastics center, Sarah Grace flew at me, laughing and squealing about how much fun it was and how she couldn't wait to come back again!

She chirped all the way home about all the fun things she had learned and then as soon as we got out of the car, insisted on showing me her tricks.
I was highly impressed with her donkey kick. And she took great pleasure in showing me over and over how to do it.

In fact, she was just so dang cute that I kept snapping pictures.

I think she enjoyed it, ya'll.