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The Circus

I'm trying to catch up on blogging today. Avery is asleep and Emily is eating her lunch. So I'll quickly tell you about the circus we went to last week!

It was Emily's first circus, and mine, too. But I was more interested in watching Emily watch the circus.

We loved the elephants.

And the tigers were awesome! Emily thought they were cute.

The motorcycles in the cage were so cool! There were seven of them in there all at once! Crazy!!!

We had seats in the nose-bleed section, but we still had a good view.

The circus was fun. But don't buy souvenir cups from the vendors there. They are EXPENSIVE and they leak.

My Little Gymnast

We signed Emily up for a gymnastics class. We basically wanted her to go and socialize and learn to listen to instructions. She came away from the class having done just that! She enjoyed each class, learned to listen better (a little), AND she can jump off the balance beam, which is something she couldn't do when she first started. Needless to say, we're signing her up for the next semester in hopes that she'll learn to listen EVEN BETTER and that she'll make more friends!

(Plus, it gets me out of the house at least once a week)

The first part of class is, of course, the warm up. They run around and gallop and have a good time.
I think she really likes this little boy. His name is Landry. She talks about him during the week.

She can hang on that bar longer than I can...

Look how her toes are gripping that beam!

Ta-dah!!! She just finished her floor routine, which was a jumping forward roll onto a wedge (which basically helps her roll forward. It's shaped like a cheese wedge.), then a donkey kick that will eventually turn into a hand stand when she gets stronger, a monkey kick that will morph into a cartwheel, a crab walk, and it ended with an assisted backward roll. She told the instructor that she wanted to do it by herself, which she did until the backward roll. Big stuff!

The kids were awarded a medal at the end of the "show". She wore it all day that day. We actually need to sew the medal back on to the ribbon.

So, what do you think? Is she proud???

I am Old.

Yesterday, Emily and I went to the park. Grandma watched Avery, so it was just me and Em. We were the only ones there for a while. It was nice to be able to watch Emily run around and have fun.

She was having so much fun, that I decided to have fun, too! This is where the saying, "The older you get, the better you were," rings true.

We rode on the turn thingy. I don't know what it's called, but it's metal and it turns and you sit on it and get dizzified. I got dizzy before it got around once. When I was a kid, I could ride that thing for days.

So, instead of riding it, we threw rocks on it and watched the rocks get flung off as it spun around. That was fun! We got dirty and laughed hard.

Then I rested on the park bench and got bit by fire ants. I hate those things!

I tried the monkey bars. Ha! Can't do those things any more. It kills my hands! And I have zero upper body strength. Boy, when I was young, I could zip along the monkey bars like, well, a monkey.

And the swings! Those are still fun. My tummy did sort of flip-flop when I swung really high. My goal was to reach eye level with the bar, and I did. And then I thought about jumping out of the swing. That thought didn't last long. Heck no! I used to love doing that. Not so much now. I did, however, get in the swing on my tummy and flew like Superman. But then when I tried to stop myself, my knees dragged in the rocks and I banged my knee on rock that was stuck in the ground. I thought for sure I had broken my kneecap. Nope. And then I thought for sure I had dislocated my kneecap. No. And then I thought for sure I'd end up with the coolest bruise ever. Eh, no. Today, there is a tiny red dot where that rock hit.

But, I do have several bruises on the other knee that I have no idea where I got them. Figures...

Is it bad?

Emily stayed with her Grandma Hill last night. Is it bad that I enjoyed a quiet-ish home last night?

And I enjoyed saying all the bad words I wanted to without having to worry about someone repeating what I just said.

Oh really now, do you think I say BAD words?

I walked around the house saying things like "butt butt butt" and "that's just dumb!" and "stupid!" It was very liberating. And on my way home from dropping Em off at her grandma's, I told the other idiot drivers on the road that they were idiots. In a loud voice! Usually I just say it quietly or just end up saying, "Dude!". But yesterday I really let those idiot drivers have it. Well, as much as I could give with the windows up and a sleeping baby in the back. But still...