Saturday, October 03, 2009
Today's Saturday, and usually Becca has gymnastics. But today she is on a campout.
Still, it seemed fitting to share a snapshot from Becca's class with you. This should not be a surprise to those of you who knew Becca from her baby years, when she would flip gleefully over the back of a toddler chair, scaring the devil out of anyone who didn't know she could land it. She would flip herself out of her crib. She would do pushups with one hand on her car seat and one hand on the car door.
Needless to say, these household gymnastics were irritating for us parents. So eventually we fetched our checkbooks so she could do these same tricks in on gym equipment.
Is anyone losing the thread of logic with this?
Anyway, now she can do the splits, land a backbend from a handstand, and climb a rope all the way up to the warehouse-sized ceiling. Okay then. All I know is that if you ever see me in the position depicted here, please call 911. Because it is not going to end well.
Well. I guess I could strike this pose. But you would not be able to see my ribcage.
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