Gymnastics class

It’s a class of older girls, with Noah, and lots of jumping and climbing. Of course he loves it! Today was his first day, it took a while for me to decide to switch him from yoga to gymnastics, but it is so much better for him! Our Y has lots of sports class for 3 years olds (and up, this is 3-5) and its funny how even with three year olds there is definitely a divide- this is four girls and Noah, and the floor hockey classes usually have maybe one girl in them. But this seems like it’s teaching him a lot of body skills that will be good for anything for the rest of his life, so I’m glad he
picked gymnastics. The other choices were hockey, basketball, soccer, or mixed sports, but they were all at one pm, which is a little risky to do a fifteen minute car ride at that hour. Risk of napping, that is.

So, in gymnastics, they did stretching, then jumping on a mini springboard onto a big mat where they did a somersault, now they are on a 6 inch high balance beam going forwards, then sideways and backwards. There’s an itty bitty high bar they are doing hip circles on, and then a tumbling line with soft blocks to climb and slide down. It’s adorable, and I can see Noah working hard and getting better even by his last turn on each piece of equipment.

We never did My Gym, or any of the other toddler gym classes (for one thing, they are really pricey) but this is a whole lot of happiness packed into 45 minutes.

Addenda: leaving the gym, we actually saw one of those assholes that have been making their own parking spot because the real spots that are close to the entrance are full. The whole lot isn’t full, just the good spots, and it makes the lot much more dangerous to cross with a bouncy three year old. I said to her, “that isn’t a parking spot” but unsurprisingly, she was suddenly struck deaf and didn’t acknowledge me. Why are you going to the gym if you are too lazy to walk across a parking lot?!?

Really good colouring

Noah is only a little more then three!

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Did not want a nap

No stories, no nap…

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slacker kids

Turbotax asks me, “Did Noah contribute more than 50% of his living expenses in 2011?”

No.

Being three is no excuse!

How long is a nap

We’ve been talking about when we sleep, and how chickens go to bed as soon as it gets dark, but Noah gets to stay up later, and also takes a nap in the day. I told him that his nap was shorter than nighttime, he usually only naps for an hour, and he shook his head very seriously. “it feels like longer….sixty-seven hours.” No wonder he doesn’t want to go down.

W have to go because his imaginary bunny is waiting to watch tv with him. The bunny picked “Kipper”.

Videos

Dave has put a couple new adventures on YouTube. I was there for the climbing gym and plan to do a write up with pictures. I spent the sledding day sitting home and coughing, but I do think it will be better soon.

http://m.youtube.com/index?desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US#/results?q=jollyllama78

more cute

First thing in the morning, “Mommy!  It’s me!  I came back!”

When I was making him finish his carrots, “Mommy, you make my life sad.”

where are the pictures?

Oh, right, in our camera.

The computer died a week ago, and so we are switching over to Mac…so Halloween pictures will have to wait until it is all set up and we actually figure out how to use this thing.

plans

This is a conversation that Dave reported to me a while ago, so I may have to correct it if I’ve misremembered:

“I have to take Kitty to the gym”

Dave: “What?”

“The gym.  Take Kitty to the Y.”

“The Y? Why do you have to take Kitty to the Y?”

“Well, because kitties don’t like doggies.”

“Ohhh.  Noah, do you want a dog?”

“Mommy wants a dog.”

Dave: “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Yes, Mommy wants a dog! So Kitty has to go to Y.”

“Do you think maybe you want a dog?”

“Okay.”

 

costume update

That kid with the crappy half-assed Halloween costume?  Yeah, he’s mine.

He has adorable, lovingly sewn dress-up clothes from his auntie. He has a crafty mom who carefully collected all the supplies to make his Philly Phanatic costume, which he swore he wanted for two weeks.  We’re also comfortably off- we could just buy a costume, if he was asking for something that was sold in stores. And the day before his Halloween party, he decided he wanted to be a tree. 

I don’t think I can buy that at Target. 

Hello, safety pins!

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