Gold Medal

Well, today was Sophie's last day of gymnastics.  She and Stephanie took a 4 week, "Mommy & Me" class at the city rec center.  Sophie loved it, and loved the idea of it.  After the first day, she would say "More gymnastics", which sounds like "mah gimnafuh" when she says it, all week until the next class.  Luckily, at school they do calendar time and days of the week, so she could understand when we said not til next Monday.  Today as we were driving home from school in the car, she said "mommy me go gymnastics", but I hadn't mentioned it to her and Stephanie said she hadn't either last night or this weekend.  So I guess when they did calendar time this morning, Sophie realized it was Monday and must have gone nuts.

Anyway, I haven't attended the class, but Stephanie said they had a lot of fun.  There's only one other little girl in the class (and of course they both got gold medals today), but neither of them seem to mind.  There's kids' music, dancing, and they do somersaults, which Sophie loves.  And jumping and climbing.  All things right up Sophie's alley.

Here's the sad part, though.  After Sophie's heart surgeries, the cardiologist told us she would not have any restrictions, except for--and this is the only thing she mentioned--gymnastics.  (Sophie, honey, if or when you read this, I'm sorry.)  So next, we'll probably do swim classes again, and maybe enroll her in a dance class after that.  It's not like she's going to be doing vaulting flips in toddler gymnastics, but we're just thinking that it will be harder to quit later.

And maybe it's just the idea of going to the class and having something to look forward to that she enjoys.  She was kind of the same way last year about swim class.