Last night was the first night of gymnastics for the spring session. Korri hadn't gone to gymnastics since the summer because she picked dance instead. Then I figured it was good for her body to do both and they are only one night a week (Monday and Thursday), so why not for the spring?!?! And as you can imagine, she did great! Man, that kid has strong legs! Weak upper body strength, though (just like her momma!). It is also fun because she is one of the older ones in the class now, so she can "do" all the things pretty well, or at least knows about them. Her class is still a parent participation class, so Jim went with her last night. There was one little melt down at the end of class due to not listening (Korri, not Jim!) but overall, she did amazing.
But the story doesn't end there...FINN wanted to go, too! I was shocked when he asked, but yes, of course you can. His PT was super happy when I said he was starting gymnastics. The kicker of the deal? Finn is now too old for Korri's class, so he was in the next one up...no parents and ALL girls! He didn't even bat an eye. I'm glad he had gone to the younger class once before (and that Korri shows him her gymnastic jumps ALL the time) so he knew just enough to be able to participate. And he did! Right away, all the way and with a happy heart. I literally had tears in my eyes while watching him. He struggled with every single move but he tried and that is what I told him before we went. It didn't matter if he could do things perfectly, it just mattered that he tried (for him, this is a very important reminder!). The teacher said how glad she was that he was in the class and how good the class will be for him. Some of the stuff they did was exactly what he does in PT, so that is even better! To say I was proud of him, doesn't even come close to my feelings last night.
Now, here's to a good night next week, too! Oh, and if Finn continues to do so well, I can drop him off and come back when he is done (which is when Korri's class starts). My babies are growing up when they don't "need" me with them for everything (but this is a good consequence of growing up!). Makes the logistics much easier and I don't have to entertain two kids for an hour and a half!
No pictures, sorry. I was too busy being happy and enjoying 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.