Gymnastics

I'm pretty sore after Auntie and Me gymnastics.  I'm not really sure if it was the gymnastics or the fact that I decided to get some shit done and moved a bunch of crap in the garage to clean.  Probably it didn't help that I did gymnastics on the same day as moving the crap around in the garage.  Auntie and Me gymnastics was quite fun.  I registered us this morning and since I'm not Max's actual parent or guardian I had to have the Big Guy come and sign the papers at the town hall.  Awkward.  Then I called the gymnastics place to see if there was more legal guardian papers that had to be filled out, and there were so the Big Guy and the Little Guy had to meet me over there.  More awkward.  I told my dad yesterday that I wasn't sure if I was supposed to wear a leotard or not and when we registered the dress code said specifically, sweats, comfortable clothing or leotard.

There were only two other kids at Auntie and Me gymnastics so we got a lot of attention.  Mostly gymnastics consisted of Max trying to run up, jump and climg over things.  It was pretty darn fun.  He was skeptical at first, but warmed up after he saw the little girl doing things and then he was clapping for himself after he did something.  We did running and tried some jumping, but he's not real familiar with the word jump because I'm pretty sure jumping is discouraged at Grandma's house.  The only thing that can happen when you jump is you fall off the bed and hit your head and Grandma has to call the doctor.  I'm sore because all the "jumping" was really me lifting.  My dad watched from the gallery.   And at the end we did sit ups.  Nobody broke their arm and nobody pooped in their pants, so I think overall- an excellent day doing gymnastics.