... is not really my most favorite thing... yes, I do like soccer quite a bit, but I am a bit more on the cautious side, as seen when I tried skiing in winter.... But after some initial hesitation because of all the strange kids, I really got to like the Little Gym. My parents don't like it that much as it is early on Saturday mornings.... One thing that really helped me was that Lea, who goes to my class in the kindergarten, is also at the Little Gym.
And today was the big day: We showed our parents what we have been practicing over the past few month: Balancing, jumping... and at the end, I even got a medal!
31 January 2009
25 January 2009
What a day....
Do you remember that I was afraid of snow? It all started with this snow storm in Santa Fe at Xmas 2007, when the snow was much higher than I was... that was fun at first, but scary later on... and any attempt by my parents afterward to convince me that snow is fun failed...
Well, I've changed my mind! I went up into the Jura for some sledding, and I've got to admit that that was scary as well - but mainly because of this stupid small thing that I had to sled on. I guess that I have to convince Mama and Papa to get me a bigger one next year. After all, I am not a baby anymore, but a little girl!
Though I was very proud of the snowman I built with my Mama!
Well, I've changed my mind! I went up into the Jura for some sledding, and I've got to admit that that was scary as well - but mainly because of this stupid small thing that I had to sled on. I guess that I have to convince Mama and Papa to get me a bigger one next year. After all, I am not a baby anymore, but a little girl!
Though I was very proud of the snowman I built with my Mama!
20 January 2009
18 January 2009
Ice skating
I went ice skating today - well, let's say I went to the ice skating ring, and I put on skates, and I went on the oice, and then I went immediately off the ice - way to many people.
Papa then tried to convince me that it's all fun by carrying me while he was skating, but that's not allowed in good old Switzerland...
Papa then tried to convince me that it's all fun by carrying me while he was skating, but that's not allowed in good old Switzerland...
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