I'm going to need more Thursdays, please. Thursdays are full of magic and mayhem, which is also sometimes called "Mila's gymnastics class."
You guys.
YOU GUYS.
She's just so darn adorable about the whole thing. I know all two-year olds are adorable about most things, but she's my two-year old so I get to be all squishy about it when she's adorable. Got it? Good.
Mila started asking to go to "nassy-sticks" two days ago. Two days ago, I told her she had to wait two sleeps. She waited exactly two sleeps and then woke up demanding "nassy-sticks." Then I told her she had to wait until after school, so of course the second I showed up at daycare to free her for the day, she ran full-speed into me, yelling, "NASSY-STICKS!"
She might have been a little excited.
Her excitement carried on all the way there. It's a half-hour drive from daycare to nassy-sticks, and she spent every second of that 30 minutes reminding me to go to nassy-sticks. By the way, it's that way. Okay, now that way. Go that way now. Did you hear? It's THAT WAY. GOOOOOOOO.
When I detoured to drop Alexis off at dance before Mila's gymnastics class, I thought Mila's head was going to pop off like a champagne cork. Goodness. She knew we were headed the wrong direction ( ... HOW?) and was not at all amused with my wrongness.
I decided I won't ever need GPS again. I have a kid who is very good at directing my driving.
Once she was at nassy-sticks, Mila was, once again, all in. Except, this time there was no big sister present (because she was at that dance thing, remember?). It turns out that when there is no big sister present, MILA FOLLWS DIRECTIONS BETTER OMG. There was far less chasing the runner, the kid participated in the stretching portion of things, and I only had to tackle her once. That's almost the same tackle frequency as a quiet night at home, so I'll take it.
I'm going to have to sign her up for fall classes, aren't I?
