Perfect form

Peyton's ballet/tumbling class (cleverly named "Tumblinas") was so 2013. With the new year and the new age, Peyton opted for a full on gymnastics class at Rebound West Gymnastics.

Some might say this is a classic example of me living vicariously through my daughter. I always wanted to do gymnastics growing up. I'm not sure why I never did, but I was super jealous of all of my friends who were flipping and swinging at the gym. Not only did I want to be part of the gym crowd, but when I became a cheerleader in high school, I longed to be able to tumble like the other girls. At a young 16 years old, as I struggled to learn how to do just one back handspring (a requirement to stay on the competition team) I vowed that if I ever had a daughter, I would not put her through the agony and embarrassment I lived through, and would enroll her in gymnastics as soon as I could. Because after all, being a cheerleader that can tumble is the most important thing in the world.

Holding true to my promise, I enrolled Peyton in the 4 year old class. And while I worried about what she should wear (long sleeve leo or short? Pants over or none at all?) she jumped at the chance to try something new. Much to my delight, she loved it. And she's already asking if it is Saturday yet because she wants to go back.

Worst iPhone picture ever. But the parents are not given good access to the gym. Likely on purpose so crazy moms like me stay back.

Peyton, you're welcome. When you are in high school trying out for cheer, you will be prepared. My job here is done.