Pressley had her very first gymnastics (j'nastics) class today. She was SO very excited about it. I told her she could either wear shorts or a leotard and she insisted she had to have a leotard. So, we went to Target a while back to peruse the leotard selection. She absolutely had to have one with a skirt on it. But then, a week or so later, I got our registration packet from the gym and it said the skirts were not allowed. So, we took it back amid much crying and lamentations. But, this morning, she didn't seem to recall any of that. The skirtless leotard was every bit as exciting as anything with a skirt could have been. She was very eager to put it on -- and despite the fact that j'nastics was over at 11 a.m., she has worn it to the grocery store and the bus stop, and it is looking like she will wear it through dinner.
The class itself was a big hit as well. She had it built up in her mind to the point I was afraid it might be a real disappointment. But, no. It was all she had hoped for and more. She was definitely the best listener and follower of instructions. She loved every hop, roll, balance walk, climb and slide. She went back through each series of movements many, many times while the other kids wandered off to explore the gym. It was all very cute.
And, as an aside, there was a woman there with her daughter and her 16 month old son. I never had to lift a finger or chase that child even once, but he totally wore me out just watching him (and his mom chasing him). All of the moms had to move the purses into another room because he was pulling out inhalers, feminine hygine items, sunglasses, lipsticks - you name it - he was pulling it from someone's bag. If anyone out there was holding out hope I'd change my mind about having more children...this weekly gymnastics class is going to be the best form of birth control - ever! Yes, siree. Once you are past the point of chasing a very active 16 month old around constantly, it just loses its appeal. Well, to the extent that was ever appealing in the first place.
And on an unrelated note, Evan's teacher sent me an e-mail today around 1:00 saying that he fell on the playground, had a red mark on his face, but ice had been applied and he was fine. OK. I'm used to this sort of stuff. After all, he is a 5 year old boy. No big deal, right? Except that today was school picture day. I had assumed that pictures would be long finished at 1:00 in the afternoon, but Evan told me that he had his picture taken after he fell on the playground. Surely he is mistaken, but just in case he is not mistaken, here's a little preview of what his first-ever yearbook photo will look like:
Not that he is not just as cute as a button any way you slice it, but I would have preferred that there be no slicing (or scraping or scuffing) until after his first yearbook photo. Which, by the way, I forgot to send in the order form for, because -well- I'm just that flaky sometimes. So, there will be no evidence aside from the yearbook. Unless I can figure out how to finagle a late order. Which is not my favorite thing to do because I don't like to have to admit to anybody that I'm flaky. I prefer to let people think I intended not to order any prints of my kindergartner's first school photos. Wait, is that worse than being flaky?
BTW, I've added a bunch of new photos from our beach trip and the annual puppet center fundraiser (The String Fling) under the September 09 photo tab.
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Your posts are always very entertaining; I love every word. I had the honor of escorting P to the b'room yest morning after dad & bro dropped her at SS. I had to drop by for a visit, to see how the little 3's look. (It's hard to give 'em up cold turkey so I'm having to wean myself slowly.) P hadn't been in the room 3 min & said she needed to potty and since I was the adult to whom she had confided, I got the honor of escorting her across the hall. My! They sure have grown in a year, as a matter of fact, in just a few weeks!
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