Wondering where I've been lately?
That's right, the Y.M.C.A.
Tonight we took our hyperactive (well aren't all 3-year-old boys hyperactive?) preschooler to his first gymnastics class. For someone who isn't especially shy, tonight he decided he would rather hold onto my leg and repeatedly kiss Babycakes on the head than join his pint-sized peers in the little gymnastics class.
And this is the kid who begged me this morning, "Mom, can I skip day care and go right to 'nastics?"
"Why not?" he whined.
"It doesn't start until 5:30 tonight."
"That's OK, I'll sit here until 5:30," he says, at approximately 6:30 a.m.
But all that initial excitement died as soon as we walked into the gym. It wasn't until the last 10-15 minutes that he decided to participate. But then, he loved it. Or what was left of it.
And then, as these things go, he was having so much fun he didn't want to leave. He even tried to sneak his way into the class for bigger kids that starts after his class.
(You can read about our other Y adventures at Boogerland, including my shake-those-hips-zumba-mama class.)
8 months ago