Little Gym

As you could probably tell from the preivious posts, this week was the end of Harry's second Little Gym semester. I'm actually going to miss seeing all the preshus little babies in his class, but don't worry, we start our new semester next week, featuring a new cast of preshus babies.

Little Gym has undoubtedly been good for Harry and for me-- we met his BFF Josephine after all. Harry can do a forward roll by himself, and he is much better at listening to directions. At the beginning of the semester, he didn't want to stay on the Big Red! Mat! for warm ups, but now he walks around in a zombie baby circle like a pro. He also really good at prepositions-- he knows on, off, over, under, up, down, in, out (wait, are those prepositions?) because of the parachute and the damn air track (tract?).

BUT, I am really getting sick of it. I can only sing Hawaiian Rainbow so many times a month, people. I do not enjoy bouncing on the vaulting station, and every week it breaks my heart when Harry is the first kid in line for stamps with his little fists and hands sticking out saying "Bamp," and he's not stamped first. No, I don't know why he has to wait, but it makes me sad. Maybe his teacher knows I am not vaulting with all my heart.

I wish there were better activities for an almost 2 y/o, but I haven't found any. When he's 2, though, we have so many options! He can take swim lessons without a parent in the water! There's an art class at a cute little cafe that we can't wait to enroll in, and the same cafe offers baking classes, which also sound adorable. We're also going to check out a Music Together class that I can take Harry and McLovin to. I think, though, that this is it for us and Little Gym. Well, June is it, that is. Surely I have one more semester of pounding on the mat and singing the good bye song in me, right?

Something was so funny

Sometimes, he wants to be under when he's supposed to be on

Seriously, how cute is Josephine? Can we talk about her jeans, people? They're True Religion. Love it.

Finally! Under! Can I just tell you, in the interest of full disclosure, it doesn't always SMELL awesome under the parachute.

We got Harry's every move from every angle on every medium

2 Balls!

"What are you doing after class? Want to hang out at the coffee shop across the street? Maybe grab a bup and a muffie?"

Harry and Jo getting their medals, which Harry still refuses to take off and calls a necklace.


In his necklace after a trip t the coffee shop, where he ate about a quart of blackberries and a gourmet chcolate egg he stole fromy my bag (and unwrapped like a pro).

Tent!!!

Harry still loves his tent, and, as you can see from the video, he loves it when we play in it with him, even though neither one of us fits very well.


Tent!! from sarah on Vimeo.

Little Gym Show Week: Bubbles!

Little Gym Show Week: Balls

Balls!

Hide and Seek With Harry

Besides scaring the crap out of us by standing on anything he can reach (and notice the back pack by his side-- yeah-- he needs it to take a trip from his room to the living room in the morning because he has a lot of important portables to, um, port, like trucks, bups, and slippas),

Harry really enjoys playing "Boo?" At first I thought this was a shortened form of peekaboo, but then I realized that when he says "Boo?" he is actually asking one of two things. Either, "Excuse me, can you go hide some place and then jump out and scare the crap out of me, which will make me cringe and then crack up?" Or, "Hey, let's play this game where I cover my head and think I'm hiding because I can't see you, and you have to look all over for me with exaggerated concern, even though I am in plain sight, okay?" Here's Ben playing the latter.

An excellent hiding place.

"Boo! I was here the whole time, you idiots!"

When he is asked where one of us is hiding, he puts his finger to his lips and says, "Hmmmm."

Where's Ben?

"Wait, I think I see him over there."

What a lovely shawl

The best hiding place of the night.

Things We Did On Our Last Day of Break

1. Balanced a cart on the toilet and announced this feat by screaming Ta Da until Mama got off her lazy ass and followed us into the bathroom with a little trepidation to see what was so cool.

2. Carried this shopping cart around, even tough it was so heavy it made our cheeks red.

3. Were alternately

a. Too cool for pictures

b. Freaked out because we were being followed by some crazy lady with big teeth


4. Raised some hell with this broom


5. Freaking trashed the place

Spring Break here we come! And Fridays. Fridays are reserved for kicking ass and taking names. In our jammies.

Fire Trucks and a New Semester

I'm almost 30 years old, and I'm getting ready for school to start. Still.

I've done my school supply shopping-- a box of purple pens and a legal pad to take lecture notes and a copy of Leopard I borrowed from my dad and am going to install as soon as I finish this post-- and I am excited to be teaching a brand new class this semester.

I actually can't complain because I have an awesome schedule. Monday and Wednesday mornings, I will attend the lecture for the class I teach and will be home hours before noon. Tuesdays, I teach from nap time through dinner, and Thursday afternoons I have office hours, time to write, and a rhetoric colloquium. Harry and I have plenty of time to go to the gym everyday, and Fridays, we only have Little Gym to occupy our time. Not too shabby, huh?

Still, I am sad that break is over, even though I was pretty damn busy this past month, writing a chapter and working on another project. I will miss lazy mornings in my pj's, working out whenever I felt like it, and spending almost every waking moment with Harry.

I won't miss changing every poopy diaper that needed to be changed between 7:45 and 5:00, the 3:30 meltdown that occurs almost every afternoon (although I'll still be home for this most days), and never peeing with the door closed.

On the room front (something I'll work on in my writing this semester: transitions), check out these awesome antique fire trucks we got from Harry's grandparents:

Ah, when fire fighters were men and horsepower was from horses.

So tomorrow the semester begins...and hopefully ends before McLovin makes his entrance. Keep your fingers crossed, and I'll cross my legs.