Maisie has NOT been singing Rachel Platten's "Fight Song" in front of an audience like she did last year. (side note: feel free to follow her on musically- its' a new obsession)
This year she can be found flipping around south central Iowa Varsity Basketball games.
I can clearly remember 1988 gymnastic performances held at the Long Grove Civic center with Joan Brandon as the coach. Those fold-up mats, the boombox, warming-up in the basement and the nerves as I wondered if I'd remember my routine and how much that double cartwheel and somersault with Heather was going to 'WOW' the crowd in their folding chairs.
Tuesday night was Maisie's final performance and it just so happened to be at I-35 gym. Score!
Pre-performance jitters.
And finally, the show began.
Sorry, there's just a lotta crotch in gymnastic photos. Its the nature of the beast.
Now that the final performance has taken place, we move onto competitions. Look out Shawn Johnsons mom... there's a new gymnastics mom on the side of the mat.
In other news, we thought Ross had an obsessive tic by always opening his mouth to 'click' his jaw. He claimed his ears felt clogged and couldn't hear well.
Turns out he was right.
Of course Mike had a bottle of 'Ear Wax Remover' available and scrubbed in for the procedure. Tuesday morning.
Because apparently we have plenty of time before school to perform ear wax removal surgery.
Eating breakfast while the remover soaks.
Don't judge the pancake-on-a-stick breakfast.
We were in a time crunch and it's his favorite this week.
Ready to drain!
And by Wednesday we had a snow day.
So we walked to the woods to make a fire. And yes, this is also how we dispose of our paper trash.
Mack takes fire building very seriously.
Eventually Molly and I had to walk Maisie back to the house because her feet were freezing.
Both girls left their snow boots at school and had to wear rubber rain boots.
Molly told Maisie she was being a baby and proved it by refusing to wear gloves.
Where did we get this one?
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