Hayes has been taking gymnastics classes for about 3 years now. He started upstairs and took a parent/tot class for a little while. I venture to say it was one of the best times we had as parents! We had a great class and spent a lot of time with those people. There were 2 parents per kid (most of the time) and we all crammed into that classroom week after week. We also had an amazing instructor who let us cram in there and play with our kids!
Hayes LOVES to go to gymnastics. He has now moved downstairs and takes a 'big boy' class with older boys. He has a blast while he's there and has really learned a lot in the last few months. We are looking forward to many more years of gymnastics with our cheese ball!
Elizabeth started taking gymnastics as soon as she turned 1. She has been quite the star in class and out of class. She often makes up her own routines and pays very little attention to her directions and mostly does whatever she wants to do! However, she does enjoy the stamps on her hands at the end, so she always follows directions during that part of class. Stinker! Here she is modeling her medal and trophy at the 'end of the year' program. She's a cutie!
In August of 2013 we found out we were pregnant with #3. I remember distinctly being thrilled and scared all at the same time. We decided to share our news with our family at Libby's 2nd birthday party. We got the kids t-shirts made and waited for everyone to notice. Leigh Anne was the first to notice and she ran out to confirm that what she read on Lib's shirt was indeed true. It was.
So I began to think about who that child would be. Would it be a boy? I wanted the last one to be a boy so bad. I just wanted one little girl... and she was a handful, trust me. She's enough little girl for all of the world. Seriously. I love her, but man, she's exhausting. Well, fastforwrd 16 weeks and we found out it was another little girl. Daryk and I were just glad to find out what 'IT' was... and 'IT' was a SHE!
More PINK, more hairbows, more glitter, more sass! Can we handle that? Are we ready for a repeat of Libby J? Yikes! The more I thought about it, the more I wanted that little girl. I mean, what is better than sisters? After all, I have two of my own and I love them with every fiber of my being. I cannot imagine this world without them. They are often the first and last people I communicate with on a daily basis.
They GET me. They get the strange things that make me, ME. They are often the first people to point out things I neglect, things I didn't want to be reminded of, and things I need to work on. They are the two women who help to raise my babies and love on them like an extra momma. My sisters are irreplaceable. They are amazing and I cannot imagine my life without them. I am beyond thankful that my girls have each other. They will be there to walk in front of each other at their weddings. They will stand beside each other on those days as well. They will share things and fix hair and steal clothes and all of those girly things. Sisters are girlfriends and best friends and enemies all at the same time.
My sisters are my favorite people and I'm hoping that my girls will grow up with the same love.
My baby girl moved from her baby bed to the big girl bed shortly before Spencer was born. This is a great visual of what it looks like when she sleeps. Crazy. Just all over the place. Also, we are down to TWO pacis in this house and she keeps chewing on them. After the last one is gone, its gone forever. I'm thinking that we might lose them all before we go to Hilton Head next week... and they will be gone forever. Yes? Does that make me a bad parent? Probably yes. Ask me if I'm real concerned.... wait, actually don't.