Gymnastics
Little H started gymnastics last week. We didn't take pictures that day because, well, we didn't have a camera at the time. I finally gave up hope that some Good Samaritan is going to miraculously show up on my doorstep with our camera, and we broke down and bought a new one. (Based on the pictures, you can tell I still haven't taken the time to read the instruction manual.)
Little H loves to tell people she's in gymnastics. She's learned all sorts of things, like the pizza stretch, somersaulting through a hula hoop, and hopping on one foot with her hands up in the air. She hasn't quite mastered the army crawl, though, yet. She started out alright, but once her teacher turned back to help the next kid in line she ran to the other side of the mat. I'm not sure if there's a national championship in our future, but at least she's having fun. Buster just likes going because he can climb up and down the bleachers.
And Dan just likes going because..., well I'm not sure. Maybe because the basketball hoops are the perfect size for dunking.
I wish the Jazz could've seen that form before they waisted their number 9
who is using my name and why can't they spell?
How fun! Glad she likes it so much. And I cant believe how big Buster is! Holy Cow!!