Friday was probably the most productive day I've had as a mother...or ever. I accomplished so much that I really am not sure where the energy came from. It was crazy! While I was running around like a crazy person in my own house, I heard Kylee walking around and hollering, "Hola! Hola! Helloooooo!" It took her 5 times of saying that before it clicked that my child was speaking Spanish. I turned the corner and just stared.
"Kylee, what did you just say???"
"Hola, mommy! Hola! Hello!"
Off she went giggling to herself leaving me with my eyes huge and my mouth dropped. We don't speak Spanish and I couldn't figure out from where it came. Later, when I was picking up her toys it hit me that she has a small laptop that, when on the Spanish setting, sings a cute little song incorporating "hola", "adios", "hello", and "goodbye". Genius.
Little Bit loves to color the driveway!
Picked up all her colors! So proud of herself.
Today was Kylee's first gymnastics class. We had toured the gym when it was closed to everyone else and Kylee had the best time. She walked across the balance beam, jumped on the trampoline, dangled from the bars, played in the foam pit...she had a blast! A leotard was purchased and we were really looking forward to going back! She put on her dress up heels and out the door we went!
She walked in and was so excited! "Play! I play, mommy!" We were 15 minutes early so patience was something we talked about in the meantime, all the while she looked at my like, "yeah. whatever. right. patience." Her class is kept to a smaller size of 6 people but for whatever reason, only 1 other child was there with her mom today. Remember how I just told you she was excited?! Well, she was...until class started. The moment the coach of the class, who is fantastic with the kids by the way, walked up and said, "Hi, Kylee!" she lost it. Great. Just great. From then on she cried. She wouldn't do anything. No trampoline. No balance beam. No foam pit. Just tantrums. When I finally found something she would do, she would do it with a huge smile on her face. But the moment the coach would acknowledge her, she would burst into tears all over again. For an hour, she cried. Our first experience was awful. But I know that I just need to keep going with her and she will eventually be having a blast all over again. I hope...
So while the day started out all smiles and filled with excitement, it ended more like this:
There's my happy girl. *sigh* Better luck next time.

