Unfortunately, I never travel lightly…because
you never know what’s going to happen or what you’ll need when you don’t have
it. (Of course, this time, Buddy Boy
didn’t so much as wet his diaper or spit up).
So we showed up with full-on diaper bag, my purse, the Baby Bjorn,
coats, boots, hats, water bottle, sunglasses, etc., etc., etc. Six hours later, we finally got unpacked and
sat on this large and colorful parachute that reminded me of my grade school
gym classes. Most of the babies were
sucking on community jingle bells and chunks of foam. Dangit…I
forgot Sophie in the car. I guess he’ll
have to make do with his hand because there ain’t no way I’m turning him loose
to make out with these random objects.
Hey, I’ve fought flu season for five long months; I am not throwing in
the towel that easily!
In the next five minutes, two people asked me
how old “she” was. Honest to God, that’s a first; no one has ever mistaken him
for a girl. One lady quickly explained
that she thought he was a female “because he’s so pretty.” Hmmmm.
The other moms were very sweet even though my
child sat there with a horrified slash annoyed look on his face the majority of
the time. Sorry, you’re not going to get
a smile out of him no matter how hard you try. He’s a tough crowd…unless your
name is daddy. He had a great time balancing
on this large rolling pin thing and really enjoyed being swung back and forth
like a pendulum. Buddy Boy liked looking
at the other babies, but did not like it one bit when an overzealous
9-month-old crawled up to him and started shoving his wet jingle bells onto his
lap. That’s about when the
I’m-going-to-cry-any-moment face began.
And then he did cry when the
parachute began waving over his head and also wasn’t a huge fan of the pop-up
jack-in-the-box clown (who would be, really?).
Oh, one more thing I almost forgot. The teacher had to “invite me” to place Buddy
Boy down on the mat; perhaps I was clutching him a bit too hard.
This is totally my fault; I know it! I don’t
do enough things that force him to interact with strangers and unique
situations. My goal is to become a little less routine-oriented and a little
less rigid and open ourselves up to new, fun experiences such as these. Overall, I’m really glad we went!
However…I’m still wondering if I can give him
a bath in Lysol?
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