The YMCA has gymnastics classes for toddlers. There was originally some confusion as to which class we should be in.
The website said we should be in the Gymagine class. Apparently they work on the vault, uneven bars, balance beam and floor. While I have no doubt Zoe will be a gymnastic prodigy, this class is a mommy/me class. I can't even play Twister without losing much needed oxygen. There is no way I can do the vault or the uneven bars.
Just the thought gives me flashbacks to high school P.E. It's not pretty.
Fortunately, because God really loves me, we are indeed supposed to be in the Jumpers class. That means intro to gymnastics and perhaps working on Zoe's sommersaults.
We start next Thursday. Because N is done with this quarter, he will get to watch and document the night for years of black mail against me.
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