*Let me start by saying that I in no way condone antisemitism or hatred towards anyone! My sweet little Caroline just mispronounces “gymnastics.”
We drive across the world to get there. It pretty much controls our whole evening from after school to bedtime. It causes us to eat fast food (or at least gives me an excuse). But that firstborn of ours really loves her gymnastics class.
My original intention was to drive over to Bayou once a week only until the more local place called and said they had an opening, but now I’m not so sure. Not only has Caroline expressed that she wants to remain where she is, but they are a full-fledged gym with all the gymnastics equipment-vaults, beams, whatever else those things are called. The local place doesn’t do all that. They mainly focus on tumbling to increase your kid’s chances at becoming a cheerleader, which IS NOT our goal. So maybe its worth it. How much do olympic gymnasts get paid? Oh, we’ll have to sell our souls? Nevermind.
Here are some pictures through the tiny windows at the gym. Maybe you can spot Caro.
This is just the coolest thing. I always thought gymnastics would be fun. And I so enjoy watching it on the Olympics. Go Caroline!