Yesterday Ruby started a 4-week class at a local gymnastics place. I made the mistake of not bringing an extra set of clothes and so of course her shirt was covered in tomato soup (no biggie) when I picked her up from daycare and she decided to take a massive poo that creeped up and out the back of her diaper (biggie). A little water later and Ruby took to the mats, her pants a little damp, but hey, you do what you gotta do.
As I figured she would she had a great time swinging, jumping and running around like the high energy kids she is. To us, her craziness is normal if not a little tiring. It's when I get around other kids who are so quiet and that generally stay in one place that I start to wonder if something is wrong with her!
she didn't fall in
No, really, I don't think there is anything wrong with her but when she is the only kid in a group of 6 who isn't following the teachers instruction nicely and is instead running to and fro you start to wonder. Maybe you're thinking, just make her stop and listen! Well, I would welcome you to try my friend. She is a force to be reckoned with. Thankfully the instructor didn't seem to think that this was abnormal so I did my best to keep her focused but then just kind of let her do her thing. Which she did.
If you know me at all you know that I am not a germaphobe. Those foam blocks? They grossed me out. When I jumped into the pit to catch Ruby as she jumped from the side my feet touched the bottom and it was wet. Wet with what I don't want to know. Gross. Plus you could just feel the foam particles everywhere, like they were sticking to your skin. Yuck. I'm sure I inhaled some. Not pictured, me trying to haul my ass out of the foam pit. It was about seven, maybe eight feet deep and not very easy to maneuver around it. As I pulled my ass over the side I was all like You'd better not be getting pictures of this! and Heath was all like it's too late mwuahahahahaaaa!. Little does he know of my editing prowess! Mwahahahaha! Although I may be keeping a couple of them around to hang on the fridge for a little motivation.
My main goal with the class was to get her out of the house, doing something physical but not (very) controlled, for us to spend time together, and of course the fact that she'd more than likely go to sleep without any trouble whatsoever did not cross my mind at all.
