B's Gymnastics Class

During the past several months, I enrolled B in a mommy and me Gymnastics/tumbling (whatever you want to call it) class. As he is so active and has not been shy, I thought this would be a nice experience for him.

The first class was a surprise and disappointment. He insisted I hold him for the first 30 minutes of class (class was only 45 minutes) and held on with a vice-like grip. He finally let me put him down to test a few things out, but if any other kids came near him, he insisted I pick him again. The second class, B only took about 20 minutes to warm up and seemed to really enjoy climbing ladders and bouncing on the trampoline. By the third class, B was ready to jump into things. Apparently, after observing the lay of the land a few times, he decided all was safe and this wasn't some huge conspiracy to kill him off.

While the other kids used the equipment as the instructor demonstrated, my youngest son determined that it's best usage was via his own methods. Instead of jumping over the squishy rectangular logs, B built them up and then enjoyed pushing them over. Instead of shooting the tennis balls down a tunnel, B threw them as far as he could around the room. Instead of crawling the tunnels, he insisted that I push him around the room in them. I was just so relieved that he was enjoying himself...even if he refused to participate in circle time with the other kids.

It turned out that his favorite part of the class was at the end when the teacher put stamps on their hands and stickers on their shirts...could've saved ourselves a bunch of money by stamping and stickering at home:)

The good thing is that B learned how to jump and he learned how to do somersaults by himself. In a funny side note, B and M both did their own solo somersaults on the same day.