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 […]

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Julie won a gymnastics birthday party in some sort of silent auction fundraiser, which meant Alana’s birthday theme was pre-ordained. It worked out well (Benton and I missed it due to one of his baseball games). There was a good mix of kiddos (the beauty of neighborhood hand-me-downs — only one of the boys in […]

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“I am NOT going to push gymnastics!” the mother repeatedly exclaimed…and then scheduled her seven-year-old’s party as a gymnastics event where her three-year-old could climb up on a balance beam.   Methinks she doth protest too much…

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