A few weeks ago, Sweet Pea had her last gymnastics class through the park district. It wasn't a recital, but the instructors said the parents could come and watch the last class. Each of the students took turns at different "centers" and showed what they've learned in the last few weeks. The whole Circus family went to watch Sweet Pea do her thing.
It was only right that we do so... about a week prior, we all watched Punkin do her thing at a school musical. The two littlest clowns doing their imitation of wiry, agile Energizer Bunnies for every second of the nearly 90 minute performance.
The families had to wait outside the classroom as the
We were finally let in, and took our seats to watch the class. Punkin was happy to be there to support her sister, even though you could tell she was getting a bit bored as time went on. The more bored she seemed to get, the more squirrely Buddy seemed to get.
Part of my attention was on our oldest and youngest clowns, even while I snapped pictures and clapped with pride for Sweet Pea and her cartwheels and jumping jacks and somersaults. It was so fun to watch her... from what we've seen so far, it appears that Sweet Pea has inherited my athleticism (or lack thereof). What she lacks in technique, though, she makes up for in heart. She tried and tried things, and was by far the most energetic of the half dozen kids in the class -- hopping up and down and bouncing hither and yon in between activities.
Are we proud parents? You betcha.
At some point, Punkin and Buddy went off to sit and read in a quiet corner. One eye and ear was kept on them while I struggled to capture Sweet Pea mid-cartwheel or somersault. That little chicky is fast! Buddy is just as fast, too and when he wasn't being read to by Punkin, he was anxious to get out on the mat and try the cartwheels and somersaults, too. It was a challenge to keep him still and occupied for most of that hour. Clearly, Buddy was craving some of the attention Sweet Pea was now getting.
Sweet Pea's spotlight time on the mats was over soon enough, and Buddy got his chance to somersault as Sweet Pea said goodbye to her instructors, while Hubby and I did what we could to inch our way out the door with all three clowns at the same time (quiet often, collecting all three clowns is a lot like herding cats).
A stop at McD's for a celebratory dinner (the drive-thru -- a concession due to Buddy's impending need for those spare clothes I'd left at home), and then home so Sweet Pea could bask in the glow of the circus spotlight for the rest of the evening.
Would I give any of them back? Not in a million years...