Mom and Anna go to a parent-tot tumbling class every Monday. We are in hopes that with early intervention she will avoid Mom's lack of coordination. (It's okay -- I can laugh about it now.) It's her favorite night of the week. Unfortunately, her buddy Ethan has graduated to the next class (the one where the parents watch from outside through a gigantic window.) On the up side, the teacher mentioned that within the next couple of months, it will be time for Anna to move up, too. While it hasn't hampered her enjoyment of tumbling, I know it will be a happy reunion. As things are, it's all headstands, somersaults and parachutes.
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