|I can do this. In my mind. I'm doing it right now. I'm the bomb.|
Ladybug is the only little person in her class, which means that she's basically getting private lessons. I should tell myself that when I'm feeling down. Well... at least Ladybug is getting those private lessons...
I got her all hyped up for "class" aka "baby exercise" aka "gymnastics" and we were ready for her first day. We were 15 minutes early and I spent the entire time trying to corral her back into the waiting area because she was ready to go. Go!!!!
|Ready?.... Not Ready?...Ready?!?!|
Her favorite part was the hula hoop. Oooohhhh the hula hoop, how she loves thee
The second class was even better, her coach remarked her jumps had improved a lot, and that it actually seemed like she knew what she was doing with that hoop.
Class number three didn't start out as well. Turns out the coaches rotate, so Ladybug's teacher was with the older kids. For the first ten minutes she kept pointing at him "class?" She wasn't sure about this new lady. And the new lady hadn't had a lot of practice with tiny people either. But they adjusted. Ladybug's favorite part of today was "chasing" her coach on the floor.
|Just like this, except for the actual tumbling. So not like this at all.|
I'm not silly enough to believe that this is going to lead to the Olympics but I'm glad she's involved in something. Maybe we'll do swimming in the fall. Gotta keep this baby busy, and tired enough to take that lovely 3 hour nap on Saturday :-)
And maybe I'll convince them to let me fault.