Grace's 8-week tumbling class just came to an end. Sigh...
She had so much fun walking on the balance beam...

Swinging on the bar...

Jumping on the trampoline...

And learning how to hold a bowling ball and point her toes simultaneously.

But her favorite thing was the stamp that she got on her hand at the end of each class. Isn't that cute?
I spend $45 so that my child could get a stamp on her hand. It's like when we plan a fun trip to the zoo, or museum, and all she's interested in is eating her sandwich and goldfish crackers. Or when i cook a yummy soup on a winter day and all she wants to eat is snow. Or when i change her diaper in the morning, just to have to change it again in the afternoon...wait, now i'm just complaining about motherhood in general :)

It really was a fun activity, though. It got us out of the house every tuesday, and it gave her something to tell Dad about when he got home. It also gave Abby the chance to climb up the legs of some strange lady in the background whilst I posed for this picture...

I don't think we'll do another tumbling class for a while. Given her name, maybe Grace should take up ballet?