Sometimes you just have a Whoopsie!

Last night at gymnastics, Elizabeth did a great job. She didn't cry the whole time and she got a chocolate Frosty from Wendy's after it was over (the two may have been related . . . )

The conversations that Ms. Mary had with the kids were absolutely precious; well, really it was just the kids' comments, but Ms. Mary deserves the credit for valuing language and encouraging it as she does.

Last week, Elizabeth had been asked to be the . . . model . . . demonstrator . . . IDK what's the best term here. When they move to the Dalmation room (obstacle course room), Ms. Mary explains the details of what to do (basically it's the same- same path, same skills- each time, but they throw a theme into it- sports or ocean or something) and she picks a child to DO what she's explaining to help the kids understand/remember it better. Anyways, so before we went last night, I was pepping Elizabeth up, telling her how well she did last time, that I thought she could go the whole night without crying (and maybe I mentioned that chocolate Frosty here), and what a good helper she'd been in the Dalmation room for Ms. Mary last time. . . She was excited and even though she fell asleep on the ride in there (bad day- no one napped- see Worst Day posting), she stayed in a good mood, and didn't cry the whole time. She was even outgoing enough to ask Ms. Mary if she could help in the Dalmation room again, so she got to.

"Sometimes you just have a Whoopsie" is the phrase Ms. Mary uses when you don't quite do a trick right, fall down, whatever. Elizabeth had a couple "Whoopsies" last night, she couldn't get her kartwheel right (really she's not even close), she slipped off the zipline before making it to the pit. Each time she did, she said "Sometimes you just have a Whoopsie" with the cutest, most innocent, unbothered face. She repeated that phrase over and over all night, even after we left and while we were shopping for groceries before going home. It was really cute . . . then again, after the day I'd had, maybe I was just euphoric to only have one child with me and be able to enjoy her as I should . . .

So, how many of you thought, after reading the title, that this was going to be an inappropriate title for posting about my pregnancy? Be honest.