The Gymnast and the Base Jumper

Izzy started Tiny Tots gym this year. She is really enjoying it and doing well. It is a very good feeling watching her, and goes to show me just how much she is growing up. It goes for an hour and also gives me the opportunity to leave her, I was a bit worried about how she would react, but she was fine. It's the first time I have left her anywhere that wasn't with family. I was concerned (her second lesson) that I should have taken her to the toilet before I left. It was in the back of my mind the whole time I was at home, and she was by herself for the first time. Would she say to the instructor that she had to go? She knew where to go. I tried to shove the worries out of my head, telling myself she was going to be fine, and she was.

I stayed for the first lesson. I had Summer with me, it wasn't much fun. For me or for Summer. It is the same gymnastics club we have Kindergym every week. All she wanted to do was to run around onto the sprung floor, play on the trampoline, it was a nightmare keeping her distracted. She gets so excited when we get to the door of the hall, she loves Kindergym.

Our kids will go through their lives with many different tags at the end of their names. At the moment Izzys is Gymnast. While Summers is a bit more adventurous. Summer - Evel Knieval or Summer - base jumper. For the way she stands on the seat of the plastic motorbike or when Izzy pulls the bean bag up to the lounge and it's all giggles as they jump from the lounge into the bean bag. Running and climbing straight back up there and doing it again. 

That kid is fearless, the way she steps off the lounge(or the coffee table) into the bean bag is enough to give her nanna a heart attack(if she saw it)! It's great to see them playing and laughing happily.