So we watched the Summer Olympics maybe three times, but apparently the gymnastic routines stuck with Jack and Ryan as they have been practicing their somersaults (or winterpeppers as Grandpa calls them) and "backflips" (more like rolling on their sides) non-stop.
I finally decided to enroll Ryan in the weekly rec center gymnastics classes to give him a little structure. I couldn't find one that spanned both Jack and Ryan's age groups, so Jack has to stay on the sidelines for now (because I don't feel like sitting through two straight hours of class every week).
Ryan did so well listening to the instructors and waiting his turn. He didn't hesitate to try any tasks and never failed to do his "Ta-Da!" at the end.
Jack snuck in while the big kids were lining up to go on the long trampoline in the background, but otherwise he was content to hang out with me on the bleachers.
And of course they finish by dancing and shaking their sillies out.
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