Tumble Dry

Wednesday was Voldemort’s first attempt at a gymnastics class. I picked Wednesday because one of his friends from daycare was in that class, and I was hopeful that it would encourage him to follow along and participate.

They spent the entire time smacking each other with things, running around giggling, and being insanely goofy. Clearly, my plan worked a little too well.

Of course, this was also due to the fact that the “teacher” who was probably around 18, LET THEM. There were no directions given, kiddo wasn’t shown how to do ANYTHING, he was expected to just follow and copy the others. So when I went down to turn in the paperwork and (I thought) laugh at how energetic kiddo and his friend were in his VERY FIRST EXPOSURE TO GYMNASTICS, I was more than a little miffed to promptly be told “He needs to be in a mommy and me class.”

We convinced them to give him “one more chance” (and dont get me started on how much THAT irritated me), in a class without someone he sees all day everyday and loves running around with, and went back last night. Where he had a different teacher who actually bothered to give him directions and show him what she wanted him to do, and guess what? HE DID FINE.

Now, if he actually hadn’t been ready, I would have been cool with that, but you know what? You have to TELL him the rules before you expect him to follow them. HE’S THREE.