So about a year and a half ago, Pudding and I were discussing Blinky and her extracurricular activities… namely cheerleading.  It was an activity she showed some interest in at a time when she was spending WAY too much time in her room.  I am not one of these foolish people who thinks there are no injuries in cheerleading… including life threatening injuries.  So in exchange for my support, the promise was made that at no time would she “fly”.

Three weeks ago when I was on the phone with Pudding about something entirely else, in classic avoidance fashion, she quickly said, “Oh and by the way Blinky graduated and is a flyer.  Kthxbai.” Before I could even get the sound of a sigh past my lips she was off the phone.  So for three weeks my mind wandered into this imaginary realm filled with neck braces, casts, and worse.

Yesterday Poppy and I attended the cheer competition her team, The NJ Heat All Stars, were participating in at Temple University in Philadelphia.  It was her first competition as a “flyer”.  Here’s a brief photo essay with a little additional commentary:

See how nice they start?  Both feet on the ground?  Loving this!

Ugh.  Heart went to stomach and blood pressure dropped quickly as shock set in.  However, this was the extent of her “flying” because she is a ”Level 2” and that limits the types of stunts they do.  Once both her feet were back on the floor, I regained my composure, color, and my heart thankfully went back into my chest.

This is what the ”Level 4 Flyers” do.  Blinky wants to get to this level.

Over.

My.

Dead.

Body.

Literally.