Tumbling

I entered Treyson into a tumbling (Note. Trevor says we have to call it tumbling. NOT gymnastics.) class at a "local" gym, in hopes to channel his energy into something other than hitting all his plastic farm animals with a bat across the room. He LOVED it and it went swimmingly well....till this week..... aka the week I decide to go with no help. This day involved him running amuck while all the other well behaved children (mind you, they were all 4/5), sat nicely on their dots. HE, decided the dot was better used as a discus and then jumped on the horse "flying" from it to the mats screaming "TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!"

All the while, I'm nursing hysterical baby girls.

Have you ever tried to carry two baby carriers and a screaming, fit throwing toddler who responds to no discipline?
Guarantee I got a better work out then all those skinny biz's with their Lulu Lemon.

Of course, the stress drove me to have a Wendy's frosty for breakfast....

completely counteractive.

At least Treyson learned to do a mean somersault.