Ros is Seven!

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Today, Ros turned seven! I can't quite believe I'm the mom of a seven-year-old, but there you have it.

With not very many weeks to spare, Ros finally decided she wanted a rock climbing birthday party, so we spent the afternoon at our local climbing gym with Ros and 11 of her friends.

I got to belay Ros (her friends had to be belayed by the professional instructors), so here we are in our climbing gear. I'm as astounded as anyone that I now own climbing gear. (So far I only belay Ros, but I'm toying with calling a climbing friend or two at some point and giving it a real go myself. On the really easy routes.)


Here's Ros doing rock climbing limbo. (The instructor showed me where the limbo/scrubbing stick is so we can do traversing limbo some time when we go climbing on our own.)


And here's Ros high up on one of the main routes they had the kids on. That blue thing on her back is Ros' chalk bag. Because Ros is all about accessories, even when it comes to sports. *g*

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Ros has been a climber since toddler-hood. She did things in the playground that made the other moms freak out. (Of the "Do you know your three-year-old has just climbed on top of the tube she's supposed to crawl through?" variety.) She was always careful, though, so after the first few heart attacks I didn't freak out as much.

I, however, suffer from a combination of your type of vertigo and the type that makes you shake when you get up too high. But I'm still toying with giving real climbing a go. I know intellectually it's entirely safe, and it could be a sort of acclimatization therapy. Or I could lose it and end up just belaying for whoever I go with. ;-)