Climbing

The girls attended their first rock climbing session this morning. Meredith had been looking forward to it all week. She was determined to reach the top, but would suddenly get really nervous about halfway up and yell to come down. She'll get there, I'm sure.

Charlotte sat in my lap and cried when the young male instructor asked her if she wanted to climb with him. Turns out she just didn't like the look of him - she was perfectly happy to let the other instructor, a young woman, belay her up the wall (I want the small wall, Mommy). She climbed about 3/4 of the way up and she was grinning from ear to ear when she reached the ground.

If the girls continue to enjoy the sport, John and I might get our belay certification so we can also climb and send the girls up the wall. It might be time to finally dust off the harness and chalk bag that have been in a box in the basement for almost a decade.
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Meredith was very speedy, but when she was done, she was done.

Charlotte had to wear her winter boots. The club didn't have shoes in her size and we didn't know we were to bring athletic shoes from home.