October 27, 2011
Early in our marriage, we joked about adopting a Romanian so that Julie could have a kid who might have a genetic inclination towards gymnastics.
Once that urge passed, Julie took up judging gymnastics for a few years.
Then we had kids.
And Julie swore that the last thing she would want (well…right behind football) was for her kids to do gymnastics — too much time and too much wear and tear on the body.
She still claims that is the case, but, when loading pictures onto the computer from my camera, I discovered some pictures that Julie snapped earlier this week:
If the pictures don’t make you think we might have a kid or two heading down a gymnastics path, would the fact that Julie told me not to delete the blurry pictures just yet “because [she] wants to show Alana some things about her form first” change your mind?