Last night (Monday) was the kiddos first night of gymnastics...Korri's first ever since she hasn't been old enough until now. I took the kids by myself and while it is a class with parent participation, it was okay without help because the teacher and her aide helped out a lot. It was at the elementary school in Waverly...the first time we've been there. Now we know what Finn's future school looks like and where it is!
If you remember tumbling class from about a year or so ago, Finn was his normal self...the one that hates to try anything that he isn't perfect at, which comes along with a bad attitude. I quickly told him to participate "right away, all the way and with a happy heart" or he wouldn't be coming back the next week. That seemed to ring a bell and he improved marginally. I told him he wasn't supposed to be able to these things and that was why we were taking a class...to LEARN! The perfectionist trait is so strong in first-borns...at least the ones in my family!
But Korri was a whole other story. She took to it right away and seemed like a pro! She had a hard time paying attention to and following all the instructions (straighten your legs, point your toes, push up on your hands, etc.) but she improved throughout the class. I was SO proud of her. She even did a HAND STAND against the wall without even blinking an eye (even the teacher was impressed). The older gymnasts were practicing on the other side of the gym and Korri couldn't keep her eyes off of them and did NOT want to leave when class was over.
They are supposed to wear leotards or biker shorts but it seemed a little more relaxed than the sheet described, however I couldn't resist at Target last night...
I think we stumbled upon Korri's future passion and I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm planning on signing her up for the dance class this fall, which I also think she will love. I'm sad they don't have more t-ball/soccer/football/sports type classes. Oh, well...small town. Gymnastics will do for now. However, class is at 3:30 so it might be tough to keep going when I eventually find a job. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.