Eriana had gymnastics for the first time today. (If you aren’t aware, I did gymnastics for about eight years in my youth and they were both the best and worst years of my life.) She did really well, mostly followed directions (she had a breakdown when she couldn’t join the big kids class), and tried everything at least once. She gave the teacher a hug when we left and cried. She even tolerated getting stamps on her hands (and feet! Well, she screamed when the teacher stamped her hands, but warmed to it, wanted me to get a stamp, and then was okay.) which is NOVEL for my child who hates to have stuff on her hands, and asks me to clean them halfway through a cereal bar. I think it will be good! She will go once a week, and today there was only one other girl in her class, who is right about the same age.
And, oh, you guys, the cute.