Gymnastics in our house is huge. I mean GINORMOUSLY huge. Epic. My girls are crazy for gymnastics and they do it all the time.
They do it coming out of the bathroom. They do it as they are climbing into their beds for bedtime, getting out of their beds in the morning. They do it on their way into the bathroom. They do it when they should be getting dressed for school.
And they do it and do it and do it and it is driving me freaking crazy.
It is a damn good thing that we have not yet furnished our living room since we moved into this new house because my god, where would they do their gymnastics on the first floor? The basement is the primary gym location but they have to have a place for gymnastics on every level of our house.
Or they will just die. Die.
They started with cartwheels and it evolved into handstands, then back bends which was like a good two week period of our lives. And a scary one as I watched them lean back wards and come within an inch of their lives until they ended up on the floor.
Now we are doing splits.
Lily has a friend that can do a split and ever since she saw her do it she has had splits in her eyes. She sees splits when she is sleeping and sees splits in her breakfast.
Short back story...
I was a gymnast when I was a kid for a short while until a doctor told me and my parents that my body type was about forty percent muscle mass, when a normal girl's body had only about twenty percent. I was built like a brick shit house {which so is Lily, she has my exact body type} with not an ounce of fat on me, just pure muscle. I wish this was still the case but you know gravity and all.
And as I write that last paragraph, I can just hear the mocking and the bellows of laughter coming from any family member's home that is currently reading this blog right now. Because you want to know teasing, try being told you have twice the muscle mass of a normal little girls body and you will be ruthlessly teased by your older sisters.
You can't do the dishes tonight? Why do your poor little forty percent muscles hurt?
You can't help put the groceries away? Why do you have growing pains in your big muscles?
As a result of this forty percent muscle issue, my parents were consulted by this doctor that if I wanted to grow past four foot two, then they should consider putting me in a sport that would elongate my muscles.
It just so happened that my two older sisters were swimmers and wouldn't you know that swimming is a sport that elongates your muscles. How convenient? So for twelve long years I participated in this elongating sport for four hours a day and had I not had so much fun with good friends and cute boys, I would have hated it more than I already did.
{I think my parent's may have worked out some sort of deal with that doctor to put me into swimming d therefore making their carpooling easier.}
Anyway, with the onset of gymnastics in my house now, my girls take sibling rivalry to a whole new level. If they are doing handstands and counting how long they can stay up, god help the one who counts faster and seems to stay up longer.
Or if one is doing a cartwheel in the other girls spot, oh, they will rue the day. RUE THE DAY I SAY.
So here is the conversation that erupted during a quiet dinner {well actually it's never quiet} last night...
Belle: {Asking me} Do you think Lily does better splits than me? I think she is better at gymnastics than I am. {This admission shocked me as Belle usually never, ever admits defeat.} I mean she can do splits and I can't.
Me: She is not better than you. She may be able to do splits but look at all the things you can do.
Lily: {Slyly shrugging her shoulders added} I do think I am better at gymnastics than Belle.
And that may not have been the best thing to say...because this is what happened next...
Belle: Oh really, well I am a much better singer.
Lily: Yeah, well actually I sing better than YOU and I sound like Taylor Swift.
Belle: Well my legs are longer and they are sexier.
Lily: Well, {turning to address me and Drew} Belle's pits stink when she runs around and sweats.
Belle: Lily toots more and her toots stink.
Lily: I can dance and do splits better.
Belle: Your feet stink and I don't care what you say I can sing better.
LIfe with two girls close in age, can't wait for the fights to come...
* If you haven't already noticed I decided to change my font. It isn't very creative but for some reason I like it better. Feels more sturdy and bloggish.
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