Never fear - that is how Jack says 'gymnastics'.
Here is the thing about Jack. The kid is a bruiser. He plays rough, he plays hard, and he loves every second of it. He has no bodily fear whatsoever, and when I saw him start doing what can only be described as a very floppy forward handspring, I knew that we needed some help.
I don't want to teach him a spirit of fear, but I want him to learn to be safe. So...if the kid if going to flip? We are going to hire someone to teach him to flip safely.
Matt and I were both so happy to see him enjoying something so wholeheartedly, and you better believe I was totally doing the squealing mom, taking obscene amounts of pictures thing the entire first class.
*As of last week there is now one other little girl in his class, which is awesome! Except for the fact that she accidentally jumped on his head (yeah - really). He isn't letting that faze him though, he cant wait to go back to the 'nastics with that 'other little girl'.
**Also he calls the beam the 'balance bean', and I so do not want to tell him the right way. It is just too precious.