An adventurous Day

Hubby got to join Babycake and I at gymnastics today. We heard that there was horrendous traffic so we left a half hour early. That however was not enough. We spent an hour finding new routes to get to class at our local YMCA. We arrived a half hour late but we still got about 15 mins of tumbling and pictures in. 

Practicing sideways walking on the balance mat.

Spidergirl spidergirl no one climbs like spidergirl!

Babycake did great for coming in so late to class. She really loves tumbling and running around. She caught on fairly quickly to the new stations set around to practice on.




She still needed me to hold her hand through about half the stations but I'm sure she would have mastered them and left me in the dust had she had the whole class time to practice them. Hubby and I are so proud of her and swell with pride  when we see her beam with joy when she completes a task.

Once class was over, coloring pages handed out, and hands were stamped with doggies and ponies, we headed out. Only when we got to the doors, we saw even more cars lined the road outside. We found out traffic was due to an overturned semi covering both southbound lanes on the highway. For some reason the northbound lanes were closed as well. So we decided to stay at the Y and let Babycake play in the indoor playground another 30 mins. We then grabbed some juice and chips for her afternoon snack to enjoy on the ride home and headed out.

Again we spent an hour detouring multiple roads in attempt to get home. Finally, at five miles from home I called it. "We're having McDonalds for dinner." We pulled over, ordered dinner, attempted to convince Babycake to eat, and then enjoyed watching her climb the mountainous playplace. Fifteen minutes into her play Babycake climbs out whispering "poopy." One of the few words no parent wants to hear their potty training child say in a play area. Especially, when we had been in such a rush to beat the traffic that we forgot to grab her bag of extra clothes on the way out of the house 3 hours ago. So I grab her and rush to the restroom trying to convince myself that what she was meaning was that she needs to poop and not that she had just done the deed in her only pair of pants we had available. (insert sad/evil laugh only parents know how to make) Why was I trying to kid myself?

Needless to say hubby's first gymnastics day was an adventurous one; ending with our poop cover, peed soaked, tired toddler crying that it was her turn to latch the car seat buckles when we climbed back into the car for a 5 min ride home. I'm not sure he'll want to go again.  ;-)