Friday, August 3, 2012

The Rise to the Peak: Part 1

See part 2 here!

Two months ago, in June of this summer, a complicated, melodramatic, coaching controversy arose at local Apex Gymnastics. One thing led to another, and the girl’s head coach, former elite gymnast Brittany Morgan, was fired. Suddenly, the Apex girls team was left sans their head coach. The other coaches stepped up and kept the girls motivated, but they weren’t Ms. Brittany. 

To gymnasts, the summertime is crucial in preparation for the competition season to come. The beginning is arguably the most important of all. It’s when the hardest new skills are introduced and drilled for the first time. But for one tear-filled week no short of gossip and blame, the girls were lost. Without Ms. Brittany, they asked themselves, what were we supposed to do?

One by one, all of the older optional level girls temporarily quit gymnastics. None knew how long it’d be before they could tumble on a balance beam again. No longer welcome in their home gym, they were prepared for the worst. Running, jump-roping, team workouts at the local YMCA, these were all part of their worst-case scenario. To do it all in the intense heat would be absolutely grueling. They were absolutely dreading the next step.

In their eyes, what happened next was nothing short of a miracle. The owner of Kenney’s Gymnastics, to whom everyone refers casually to as Mike, agreed to Ms. Brittany’s request to use his facility. Because of the Kenney’s Gym’s generosity, the girls were back in action faster than they’d ever imagined.

One of the reasons the team was so comfortable in following their coach was that there was a plan. Brittany and her close friend, undisputed Team Mom Angie Meshaw, had been planning on opening a gym of their own for a long time. Peak Gymnastics Academy, they’d call it. Like Apex, but not. Now shut out of Apex, what was once a dream really needed to be a reality. And because they couldn’t stay at Kenney’s forever, it needed to happen fast.

After working through their two-week notice back at Apex, the two other coaches, Robert Johnson and Judy Jackson, came to join their team. What began as just the five oldest girls plus Angie Meshaw’s younger daughter soon extended additional advanced girls, multiple rising prep op girls, and most of the littlest pre-team princesses from Apex. The rest of the old teams dissipated into the labyrinth of triangle area gyms. 

“Come on Liann, 110%. Just go for it!” cheers gymnast and pre-team coach Lily, of Apex. Here’s the catch: there’s no Apex girl named Liann. Liann is the only level 7 gymnast on the Kenney’s team, and here, she is learning a front walkover on the beam. The staff and team at Kenney’s welcomed their guests with open arms. The home team even invited the visitors to come along on their annual trip to Wet’n’Wild. In a sport as tough as gymnastics, even in the lower levels camaraderie is needed to mentally survive. 

While there is strong contrast between the coaching styles of the two teams, ideas were shared and techniques passed along. Apex learned leg conditioning while getting prepared for an event was no fun. Kenney’s learned warming up and working out with ankle weights was no fun. Apex learned how to use the most interesting vault training contraption. Kenney’s learned the technique of “T-hands” on the balance beam. Apex’s Mr. Robert is an excellent spotter and helps out recreational classes with too many kids and too few coaches when he has a spare moment. On the days Mr. Robert doesn’t work, the Apex girls ask Dre or Mike or another of the Kenney’s coaches to help out. 

Over the few months at Kenney’s the girls progressed like they would have back at “home.” But as August arrived and September lurks just around the corner, the buzz is increasing about the new gym. If asked, any of the girls would respond along the lines of, “I’m so excited!” and “I just can’t wait.” 

“What colors are our [leotards] going to be?” repeatedly asks team member Caitlin.

“Can we have a trench bar?” pesters Danielle.

“Wouldn’t this be good as our demo leo?” “Are we getting t-shirts? And tank tops too?” “Are you making our team headbands yet?” And the questions just keep pouring out.

Angie Meshaw and Brittany Morgan are much of the way into the process of the “adult, official business.” So patience, girls. The time will come.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Chronology of the Week

Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood. 
First published: 7-9-12 at 1:34 PM EDT

family went to visit the Outer Banks of North Carolina this past week. Kylie definitely had lots of fun. We left on Saturday, June 30th. On Sunday, we went to a pier in Nags Head just to sight see and the rickety old bridge was ridiculously windy.

The next day, we loaded up in our family SUV and drove two hours to Corolla, which is basically Virginia except not quite. Once in Corolla, we tied Kylie's carseat, facing forward instead of backwards, in a Hummer/Jeep thing. We were in the vehicle for two hours around the beaches of the Virginia/NC state line and saw 17 wild horses. Kylie slept through the first seven, but for all the ones she was awake for, she watched intently and waved good-bye sadly when it was time to drive on.

On Tuesday, we drove to Roanoke Island. We visited a beautiful European-style garden, and Kylie saw butterflies. Afterwards, we went to the Outer Banks NC Aquarium (North Carolina has like three different aquariums). Kylie learned to say "turtle" and "otter." I think she already knew turtle and fish, but she kept calling the otters cats. Later this day, we climbed the sand dunes of Jockey's Ridge State Park and saw both the great Atlantic Ocean and the Sound from the same point.

Wednesday was Independence Day, so we went and saw fireworks, of course. Unlike last year, where Kylie cowered on daddy's shoulder, she sat on his lap and watched intently. Thursday, we fed birds, and Friday, as a family, we visited a lighthouse. Dad and I climbed the lighthouse and rode horses on Friday, but Kylie was too young to join us on either.

Saturday, we arrived home. Kylie is like three shades tanner, and her carseat now faces forwards in the car. She has a blue pail and a yellow shovel and really enjoyed playing with sand. She even learned how to say sand in Chinese, and how to say "big ocean" in Chinese.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Saturday

Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood. 
First published: 6-25-12 at 11:29 AM EDT

Well, Kylie's sick again. We're not sure how, but before she got sick she did have a great Saturday. I wasn't there for most of it, I was at a pool with my teammates. However, Miss Kylie buggered daddy into taking her to our neighborhood pool (or daddy offered, either way), and she went swimming!

Kylie has this adorable little ladybug floaty that you can see in the photo update from a few weeks back. When at the pool, her time is divided between prancing around in that and clinging to daddy when out of it. The float comes with this blue overhead sun-visor like thing and it keeps her from becoming drowsy due to the direct light and heat. When in daddy's arms, she gets submerged up to her shoulders, and three times according to dad's count, up to the tippy top of her head. Yep, Kylie got dunked in three times, and she seemed to enjoy every one.

When they got home, Kylie napped, snacked, and watched Elmo and Strawberry Shortcake. Then, after a delicious dinner, she hopped (climbed) into the car with daddy to go pick me up from my friend's house. After a half-hour car ride and finally retrieving me, we headed back. In the car, I sang her songs. I sang her the Wheels On The Bus, and she did her little dance to it, rolling her arms over one another. I sang her the Itsy Bitsy Spider, and her tiny fingers made pinch shapes and imitated a spider. When I was done, she piped up with a quiet but demanding "ABCD!"

Dad and I sang the ABC's probably over 15 times during that car ride. When we say, Kylie, you try, she can get, ABCDE, which is pretty awesome. She knows most of the alphabet already and can talk a lot. It's miraculous how fast she grows.

- Chichi
 

Monday, June 18, 2012

More Than Just A Pretty Face

Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood. 
First published: 6-18-12 at 10:36 PM EDT

I don't love my little sister because her chubby cheeks are cute, because her tiny nose is adorable, because the little ponytail she wears on the top of her head is absolutely endearing. I suppose I love her first and foremost because she's kin, but besides that, it's every new thing she learns how to do or say, every moment of self-satisfaction when she chooses to be carried by me, every time her childish soprano shrieks with happiness. Of course, my psychological deductions are neither accurate nor qualified. Turning to the never-ending fountain of scientific and behavioral knowledge, ScienceDaily, I perused through the psychology archives.

What I happened upon didn't surprise me once I finished reading it. It's all in the structure of a baby's face.There's a region of parental instinct in our minds, which Robin from How I Met Your Mother is clearly missing. Renowned zoologist Konrad Lorenz says that the big-cheeked, wide foreheaded, bulgy eyed baby facial structure is the reason our brain immediately registers it as innocent, helpless, and in need of protection.

While I'm not sure how much the zoology theory applies to adolescents and other children, I can say that I don't think I loved little kids until my baby sister was born. Yesterday, I spent most of my afternoon volunteering at our local park's dock. My duties consisted of fitting customers with life vests and helping them in and out of boats. The girl working with me remarked that I seemed to handle kids and dogs the best, with all my "sweetie" and "kiddo" and "munchkin"-ing. In my mind, every kid I saw I compared with Kylie's timeline. The ones younger, I thought of her just a few months earlier, and the ones older I observed with anticipation and excitement for when my sister would be like that. It wasn't so much their unblemished faces and innocent grins as their funny remarks and all the little actions you start to notice when you've been watching people go by for hours.

I'm not sure that I really have a point today. Everything I've written is fractal and discombobulated. Basically, I love Kylie. My mom loves Kylie, my dad and my grandma love Kylie. Why do we love Kylie? Because she'll take one look at a laptop and demand "Elmo." Because when you ask her a question of responsibility or possession, any "Who" question, her response is always herself. Because she's happy and smart. I guess, well, because she's ours.

-Chichi

Monday, June 11, 2012

Photo Timeline

Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood. 
First published: 6-11-12 at 9:35 PM EDT

Today, I just relieved my SIM card of 1.52 GB of photographs, dating back to Easter. For shutterbugs like my mom and myself, I'm really surprised that we left one card in for that long. I checked the memory space, and good thing I just cleared it, because the thin only holds 1.53 GB.

I realize that Kylie's photographs stop in about June. After this post, I'll also update the photo gallery, but here goes our lovely little timeline:

4-8-2012: Easter at the park. We went for an egg hunt...

... but it was the wrong weekend. So we hung out here instead!

4-22-2012: Kylie turns 18 months old!!

4-28-2012: On the way to an art festival. Peek-a...

Boo!!

4-28-2012: Mommy and Kylie at Lazy Daze

4-28-2012: Kylie taking a break from all the art on the slide

4-28-2012: On the way home from the festival

4-28-2012: Kylie shares her dandelion

4-29-2012: We got a bubble machine 'cause Mommy can't blow bubbles!

4-29-2012: Kylie playing with bubbles

4-30-2012: Happy birthday, Daddy!!

5-22-2012: Happy 19 months, Kylie.

5-22-2012: Look at my tummy, mommy!

5-27-2012: Kylie helps label boxes the night before we move.

6-9-2012: Kylie waving hello and good-bye to strangers coming out of Carrabba's

6-9-2012: She was fussing inside, so I brought her out. Evidently more cooperative out here!

6-9-2012: Ha-llo!!

6-10-2012: First time in the floaty

6-10-2012: Smile for mommy!

6-10-2012: Just chillin'

6-10-2012: Daddy trying to teach Kylie to swim

6-10-2012: My toys! All mine!
That took nightmarishly long to upload. They'll be up in the gallery in no time, though. Enjoy! Also, Tuesday marks our one-year anniversary of living in North Carolina.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Stages

Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood. 
First published: 6-4-12 at 10:36 PM EDT

First of all, I'm going to make an excuse for neglecting this blog last week. We were moving, and though I had access to both internet and Kylie, there just wasn't enough sit-down and write about the quirks of your little sister motivation in packing up everything and loading it in a truck. Basically, we spent the day making multiple trips between the house we were renting and the apartment we've leased. Kylie had trouble sleeping the first night here -- strange new place, who wouldn't be confused?

The week's entry has nothing to do with something Kylie did to inspire some silly anecdote out of my not-so-many years. My mom and I were talking about it in the car. What kind of stages will Kylie go through? With the way she dresses, the way she acts, the way she talks, and things. For myself, there were a few extremely distinct stages. When I was really little, I was a girly-girl. Then, I started gymnastics. I couldn't do cartwheels on the street in dresses, so I transitioned to sweatpants (can't cartwheel in jeans either). After starting middle school, I decided that sweatpants were too lazy looking for school and jeans were much cooler and I didn't need to be a little showoff and do walkovers everywhere I went.

As for attitude, I'm not such a great example. I've basically been cheerful from day one. My only rebellion came in the form of music, where I decided that pop music was too boring, that hard rock was more my thing. My classmate's little sister is currently in middle school. She's going to be a high school freshman next year, and in her grade, she's considered "popular" by everyone who knows her. My classmate and I were talking about our families, and she mentioned the sister. Apparently, her stages have been: Girly Girl, Goody Two Shoes, Horror Movie Marathon, and now, Get Out Of My Face. Their family is a bit dysfunctional, but both my friend and her sister are great.

I suppose you don't really start going through these phases until you're old enough to decide things for yourself. Like, choosing what to wear and such, not just whether or not to throw the sippy cup on the ground during a fit of rage. My prediction for Kylie: stage one will be a girly-girl. This isn't just because she's, well, a female. She really likes pink things and putting things in her hair and twirling in skirts/dresses. Unlike me as a baby, she likes being mom's dress-up/hair-experimenting doll. I'm seeing frills and fluffy things in this future!

-Chichi
 

Monday, May 21, 2012

The Character of the Place

Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood. 
First published: 5-21-12 at 11:25 PM EDT

Kylie knows how to say banana now. And umbrella in Chinese. And she knows the possessive word (the 's in English) in Chinese. Her sentences are almost coherent and today when Mom came inside from the backyard with Kylie perched on her hip. I almost thought she looked too big to be doing that. As a teammate pointed out last week, Kylie has grown so much since we moved here to North Carolina. Unlike me, who over ten years of her life in the peachy state of Georgia, Kylie is officially an NC kid.

North Carolina gives me the impression of being hillbilly, if that's a proper word. The Raleigh farmer's market is phenomena. The air is crisp and fresh except when it's hot and stuffy... you know what I mean, at least it's clean. Greenways, paved paths that don't allow motorized vehicles, provide safe ways for recreational exercise to the NC communities. In Georgia, we practically had a library in our backyard. I was never allowed there on my own, for two reasons. One, the walk was apparently too far, though it was less than a mile. Two, it was unsafe. And indeed it was. Despite being located in a well-off, suburban area of the greater Atlanta Area, our community has had multiple encounters with sexual predators.

A close friend's little sister is in 8th grade this year, and was approached in her neighborhood (a pretty expensive, clean, new neighborhood) by a questionable man in a ratty car. He asked her where she lived and other personal questions. The girl, very smart, ignored him and walked to her friends at the school bus stop to the local middle school. Another instance occurred when I had a friend over. We were crossing a small street to go to a local Menchie's and Kroger on a grocery run for my mom. Guys in a white truck slowed and stopped near us multiple times, whistling and yelling suggestive things, as well as asking for personal information.

I'm not implying that Cary will be unsafe. In fact, it's ranked number 43 as the best places to live in America, out of the bazillions of towns and cities we have here. I'm just wondering, what of a town isn't reflected in it's statistics? We've been here nearly a year and everything has checked out. However, we lived in our last house for 5 before anything extraordinary happened. Only time will reveal Cary's character.

-Chichi