The "Just Chillin'" parent strikes again (see entry from
January 9)! I went to my daughter’s second gym meet. I’ll try not to blog
about gym meets too much, because then we'll have to change the name of the
blog to Gym Meets R Us, or All You Wanted to
Know About Gym Meets, and if that's the new name, you'd have to get a new
author, because I know very little about gym meets or how to keep your 21-month-old
child from throwing her baby doll on the gym floor during a competition.
Yes, that happened! Arghh me hearty!! Seriously, while getting
ready for this gym meet, I was so ready to rock the "I'm a relaxed mom, who's got a lot of class" look. I put on a nice outfit, including jeans, and for me, jeans are fancy. If I was Nancy in the book Fancy Nancy, I'd be like "And I loooooove jeans!!! Jeans are a fancy name for what you put on your legs....More jeans, se il vous plait (that's "please" in French)!" But I'm not Fancy Nancy, so jeans are not my fav. Also if I was Fancy Nancy, I would mainly address how to eat fancy desserts, and watch fancy movies. So back to what I was saying, getting ready for the meet... I did my hair, and I put makeup on. So I get there, and the gym is huge, and the competition
is happening on the first floor, while the audience watches from the second floor. There was a track that ran around the gym on the upper floor and
spectators watched from there. So while
our little gymnasts competed we looked down with smiles and cameras. When
my seven year old was competing in the vault event, I was standing on the track
almost directly over the vaulters (kind of like a balcony). My daughter ran down the vault runway, jumped
on the springy thingy and did some kind of vault thing-a-ma-bob. And then she proudly saluted to the judge. And then my 21-month-old child chucked her
baby doll over the side and it went about twenty feet down. It landed right where people could see it.
And the announcer said over the microphone “Please refrain from throwing babies
onto the floor" (she really said that so we could all hear!). My child did not just drop
it. She chucked it! Threw it!
And to make matters worse, that baby doll did not have any clothes on…not
classy! Why couldn’t we have brought our
American Girl doll with her fancy dress?
Why couldn’t my baby have been holding my report card from college that
had good grades on it?! From now on, my
baby is going to carry around an award that I got in the past, but not my 12th
place ribbon that I won in a swim meet as a child (true story, and I still have
it), and she can chuck that off of any balcony (the other award, not the 12th
place ribbon), and the announcer will be like, “Please refrain from throwing
awards onto the gym floor” but that sounds a little classier.
