Mud is not my friend.

The days have been flying by, I have been more active outside with the nice weather. I have also been more active inside witht he nice weather. Mop. Mop MOP> stupid kiddies and their muddy boots come in, mudify everything and then leave me in their wake.. Ah well.. now I dont feel so guilty for not doing anything around the house..

I have gone to gymnastics three times now.. Everytime managing to get lost on the way there and back and everytime wishing I had put a better CD in. ( Emma has her CD full of Lady Gaga, and other terrible englsih trash), The gymnasts are really entertaining, and ready to include me, the coach is a different story. She is a very large lady, who spends her day "coaching" from a chair. I have a realllly hard time holding my tongue ( not something I am ecspecially good at..).

She lets the other kids spot each other, which is no biggy when you are sixteen and kinda know what you are doing.. but when you are six... They really don't understand how the body bends. Two of these cute pigtail kids trying to help another do a backwalkover. The poor kid falls on her head as the other two "spotters" pull her legs from under her.

They have two trampolines, one above ground and one in ground. Usually the rule is one at a time. Apparently not here. I cringed as I watched the four or five kidergarteners gaily jumping on the above ground tramp. I had visions of them flying off and landing on the cement below .( Did I mention, no mats under or around the tramp?!)

Putting aside the useless coach, gymnastics is fantastic! I ripped both of my palms, rolled my ankle, and am so sore that my arms are not happy anywhere above my head. A few very successful days.

My english lessons are also fairly successful. Emma can now do negatives (Knowing the dif between neg with " to be " and other verbs) and she knows present, continuous present, past and future. When she is working on her english, I usually steal her verb book from school and do a few lessons. I think she enjoys pointing out the mistakes I make, she does it by laughing crazily and saying something along the lines of "stupid". The kid doesn't have much tact, but it is all meant to be joking, in the odd impolite french joking way.

Sometimes I say things that realllly makes her laugh. The other day I asked for her to get the "Copote de pomme", trying to say apple sauce. She laughed and laughed at me, so I started to get a little annoyed, "the copote s'il vous plait!". She delicatly explained to me what I was saying.

"when two people don't want to make a baby, they use it."

I had been telling her to get the condom. get the condom!
I know from now on.. it is CoMpote. Compote, compote...