Ava has finally made her long-anticipated entrance into the world of gymnastics. She's so excited she even allows her hair to be put in pigtails. The Children's Gym doesn't mess around though--by the second class she'd tried her hand at the rings, beam, vault, bars, and (her favorite) the trampoline.
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| Warming up with the other athletes |
What they don't tell you in the brochure is that viewing the Tiny Tumblers class is a wildly inappropriate pastime for an 18-month old. I'm not sure what I was thinking but I assumed there would be some sort of a barrier between the spectators and the "athletes." Instead, they have a few chairs set up right next to the mats so that your curious 18-month old can take a running start and then a flying leap into a tumbling pass. In fact, a relentlessly curious 18-month old can continuously take a flying leap into a tumbling pass for a full hour, until the class ends. Had I known, I certainly wouldn't have scheduled Ava's class on a weekday during work hours, thereby requiring the pursuit and containment of said 18-month old to be a one-person job.
While gymnastics seems to be in the Rabold blood, it most certainly is not in the Edwards', so this could be a short-lived endeavor.
