ahem....I am having a little stage fright as I actually sit down to write on our official blog. Julia likes to stay on trend and I like to follow right behind if I can, so a blog it is.  We will try mightly to keep it up. 

 Right now, I am trying to calm down after coming from Finn's gym class.  He insists on doing handstands on the concrete so I enrolled him in a class.  I just got done watching him do 20 minutes on the tramp and it was terrifying.   He's laughing, calling out "mom, check this out" and I am wondering "is this a sick joke?".  He is jumping full throttle on a tramp that is right next to the snack machine.  One misstep and he will crack his head open and I will have to remember how to be a nurse. When he finally gets off, I sigh and pull myself together.  He's had the time of his life and I can barely breathe.  I turn to check on the girls and I notice Harper is sitting on the back of some wimpy kid chair about 2 milliseconds from falling backward.  So, like a good mom, I snap at Daisy to watch her sister and notice that Daisy has her hand jammed up the gatorade machine trying in vain to make it drop something.  I look around and see every.single.other.parent.  sitting and gabbing on the bleachers- what the hell?  Glad I have a week to recover.  Maybe I can talk Dan into taking them next week.  

Harper just threw  the soap bottle into the toilet- I think that's my cue to cut out! 

~Kat