Violet has been taking gymnastics for the past three years. She started in the 3 year old class, where she would wander around, not really listening. When she did participate, she would just do the parts she liked and nothing else. She got better at listening, and she got better at following the coaches directions. Finally, this year, they decided she was listening well enough to join the X-Squad which is the exhibition squad. Most anyone can be on the X-Squad, so it was really sad when they told her no last year. But this year, yes. You should have seen her face the first night. She was so proud of herself. I can't believe I didn't have the camera.
A couple weeks ago, it was picture night. Violet had her picture taken with the entire team. She had to wear her uniform (well, the leotards are on backorder, so they wore their t-shirts, sweatshirts and little velvet shorts). Part of the uniform is two french braids. Yeah, you heard that right. Two. French. Braids. For my girl who won't let me get within three feet of her with a brush. (Though I have to say - at least she usually brushes it herself now).
Imagine my surprise when she sat still for the 20+ minutes it took me to put these braids in her hair. Doesn't she look marvelous?
Don't be fooled. She is still the Violet you all know and love, no matter what her hair looks like.
