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I’m sorry that my contribution to this blog has reduced to passing on the funny things my kids do and say. I’m not intentionally trying to be boring, it’s just winter and I have nothing really profound to say.

Now that I’ve apologized, here’s a peak into our family prayer life:

Dad: Ok Liv, what would you like to pray about tonight?

Liv: Elephants.

Dad: Good idea, we can thank God for creating them. Can you pray for Pastor Kozak, too?

Liv: Lord God, Thank you for Elephants. Will you help them to be healthy and strong? Amen.  Lord God, Please be with Pastor Kozak so that he can grow up until his head touches the ceiling at church. Amen.

Today was THE day. We took Olivia to her first gymnastics class. It was actually her first class of any kind. She was told that she couldn’t go to gymnastics until after nap. She asked to lay down at 11:30, she was that excited.

I watched as my little girl hopped and flipped around a bar, walked on a balance beam and grew to be very proud of herself. I also watched as she tried to disobey and do her own thing and was brought back to the group with some gentle guiding from her coach, and the fear that she might not get to play along if she didn’t keep the rules. I was proud of her. She was so big, she just hopped along and followed directions once she got the hang of what she was supposed to do.

For a reward for a good class they all got to jump into the foam pit that the older kids use to catch them as the practice dismounts from the bars and stuff. That was the highlight of Olivia’s life. They jumped in over and over. She was hoping to try that from the moment we walked into the gym and she said, “Mom, those kids are falling all over those squares!” with eyes as big as saucers.

She bounced and danced all night long. I could tell she felt a sense of accomplishment. She also had a ton of fun. “I am so happy! I am so happy!” was the chant the whole way out to our car. She loved it so much we signed up for the weekly class.