ok, as promised here is the post about gymnastics. and, eh, a few other things we’ve been up to the past few weeks (how time it is a creepin’). 

so, yeah, as you started to read jackson was really, really stoked about starting gymnastics. after we watched dylan the first week he talked about going again and doing it himself day in and day out for the next seven days. 

 sometimes it takes us a little while to…warm up. but, he followed the line of chillens onto the gymnastics floor and into a whole lotta fun. 

jumping over the big blocks

following the felt feet

with ms. leslie

balance beam

if not for the crazed 16 month old i was chasing after – up the stairs, down the hallways and away from the tantalizing gymnastics floor – i would have had several more photos of her brave, skillful big brother jumping on the trampoline, diving into the pit of foam blocks, playing with dinosaurs under a parachute, and freaking out avoiding the rings. 

“jackson’s mommy!” was called a couple of times by ms. leslie - at which point i scrambled to chase down and throw over my shoulder said 16 month old and haul ass to my little gymnists’ side. but after a brief mama hug and encouragement he was back at it. 

and although i knew he’d do terrifically, that chubby, bowl-cut rocking eight year old was festering inside my brain. the one who stood on the sidelines sans any and all confidence, grace or coordination. the one who never -even came close- to conquering a cartwheel. 

but i put my own shit to the side and was able to gulp down my own reservations and baggage as i watched my athletic, confident and ever so graceful son own the floor. yes, justin, he may have gotten more of your genes on this one. sigh. 

moving on to the next adventure… 

our friends, the hodges, scored some tickets to disney on ice. oh yeah, baby. 

we decided to leave our little ladies behind and soak up some serious mickey time with our boys. and they we’re, ah, kinda  sorta only slightly elated. keep in mind they’re two and have really no concept of what disney on ice means… 

yes, mickey mouse will be wearing ice skates and dancing. 

no, we can’t skate with him. 

no, you don’t have to sit on his lap. (and no, he doesn’t have a beard.) 

yes, you can eat a treat. (how is that association made even from our living room?) 

on a wednesday night we all piled in the blood’s swagger wagon. moms in front, toddlers in the middle and dad’s in the back -insert here reason number 985 i’m in love with my minivan – and headed to the big city to find mickey. 

i think it took both boys about thirty minutes to grasp what was happening after we walked into the arena and took our seats. 

 but soon enough – with the encouragement of a little popcorn – they were feeling the vibes. 

dang, disney on ice is wicked cool. 

captain hook's boat (a big hit)

peanut new balances enjoying the show

mamas and our boys

thanks hodges for a wicked pissa night. until next time mr. & mrs. mouse… 

and lastly – eh, why not – we got a little bit of snow this week. just a tad. a tad measuring upwards of 32″ in our driveway. 

and although i LOVE snow and storms i actually, kinda, in a shhh don’t tell anyone kind of a way, felt claustrophobic. we could barely open our doors. 

welcome?

the swagger in the driveway. dang we need a garage.

watching daddy shoveling. and picking a winner.

the abominable orange kid and the purple oompa loompa.

…and that about wraps it up. 

praying for sunshine and 72 degrees, 

hannah