Swedish Gymnastics

"Swedish Gymnastics" might be a good title for a blog post about trying to check out at the grocery store with an American credit card, but this post is about actual gymnastics.

One of our new found friends invited us to bring the girls to a gymnastics class that he co-teaches.  Cora has been very excited, since she's missing her gymnastics class back home.  (Don't mistake this excitement for an indication that she really participated in her class at home.  She was more of an observer and distractor...but I digress.). Adrienne was excited since she often mimicked what Cora's class was doing while we hung out in the parent viewing room.


The class was for kiddos 2-4ish, and there were about 25 of them.  Parents were with the kids in the class.  Even so, the general chaos of 25 2-4 year olds ensued, cutely.  I think the class will be good for the girls since they can simply follow along with the physical activities, despite the language challenge.

Swedish gymnastics do seem to be a bit more hard-core than American gymnastics, though:

This is Cora and her bloody leotard after her top lip met with the metal chin-up bar.

Don't worry about that pout too much, she wants to go back next weekend.