Gymnastics

I’m in gym class now. Sam is taking gymnastics. She is a little pretzel during the stretches. Oh so happy to be here. Every once in a while she looks over and gives me a big smile. As Meg said, we don’t know what sport she will pick, but we know she’ll be very good at it when she does.

We put her pumpkin out on the front steps today. She glued on eyes, nose and mouth yesterday and used glitter to make cheeks and eye shadow. She told me that she wanted a girl pumpkin with eyelashes. So I put some very long eyelashes on the girl pumpkin with some paper. When we were out doing errands, she told me that the pumkin’s name was Gordie, but that was a boy’s name and the pumpkin was a girl because her eyelashes were too long. We had to trim her eyelashes so Sam could call her Gordie. This devolved into a discussion about how Daddy had beautiful long eyelashes and he was a boy. Sam said boys have green eyes and girls have blue eyes. When I pointed out that Clara had brown eyes and Grandpa had blue eyes, she figured out that eye color isn’t what sets boys and girls apart. Luckily the conversation drifted off there so we didn’t have to go into more detail about what does make us different.

Sam told me again that she loves gymnastics and school, and she misses being in class. I guess she is really ready to begin!