Gymboree

It takes moving a mountain to get me to do anything new, especially when I know there will be acting a fool involved.  Today was our first class at Gymboree.  I was the first one there, of course, and they handed me a name tag that said "Welcome Kim!" and so she wouldn't feel left out, Parker had one too.  All of the kids had name tags and a few of the other parents, but mine said "welcome..." making mine different.  I hate being different in a very anti-trendy way.

Parker was VERY excited which made things better.  We walked in and her arms started going and her legs started kicking.  Eventually, as time grew near, more and more parents and kids started showing up.  It's a 10 month - 16 month class, so there were bigger kids too, walkers.

It was all good until we were sitting in the circle and probably singing some horrific song when the woman next to me looked at Parker and said "so, did she get her cowlick from you or her dad?" My immediate, anxiety ridden response was that I had one and she probably got it from me.  Then I noticed the woman staring at my hairline.  Sweat immediately started pouring from every inch of my body and I don't even remember looking at her or what I did next.  Oh wait, nevermind, it got worse...

We were sitting there and she says, "Does she look more like you or your husband?" "Me, definitely me." Being that I don't have a husband that seemed like the obvious answer.  I didn't really feel as though I needed to delve any deeper.  We were sitting in some circle about to sing some song with clapping and high pitched voices and I couldn't make my compulsive, anxiety ridden self calm down enough.  What should I say? "Oh, well, she looks like the donor too, but mostly like me." Or, "I don't have a husband, my girlfriend and I are her mothers." Seriously? Did she not pay attention to me in my cargo shorts and Adidas socks before she opened her mouth?  Then I was going to clear things up after class, but she was surrounded by her Gymboree click and of course I grabbed my stuff and left.

Fortunately, I didn't actually lie at any point of that conversation.  Parker does look very much like me and I don't have a husband.

So aside from all of that and the gross strands of hair Parker picks up while she crawls around on the floor, Gymboree was fun! We signed up for more classes.  Now, I just need to learn the songs so I can join in on all of the fun!!!

::singing:: pick up, pick up, every-bo-dy, everywhere, pick up, pick up, every-bo-dy do your share ::end singing::

PRESCHOOL? ALREADY?!?!

We're having to start looking into preschool options for our little one.  18 months she can start! Holy crap.  Hoping to get to one of the schools on Wednesday for an open house.  She's not old enough for this yet!

So, to start off easy, we are going to sign up for Gymboree classes.  I first have to work on my anxiety of going to new places and doing incredibly ridiculous things in front of strangers.  I'm not worried.  Going to shoot for next Thursday. 

Swimming and Stuff

Yesterday we took Parker swimming at the Spaw's.  She LOVES the water.  She chilled in her float for a good 30 minutes.  She splashed and kicked and then later she tried to drown herself, but that's beside the point.  Good news, she didn't succeed!

She's sitting up now without our help.  She's crawling short distances and eating whole goldfish and parts of Mini Nilla Wafers.  It seems like she's growing leaps and bounds in the last week. 

She's almost 10 months old and that doesn't even seem possible. 

Update

We went over to the Spaw's yesterday.  We saw Shelby.  She is doing amazing.   It's incredible how her body has healed just a week after her accident.  She is scabby and healing.  Her nose is healing where they sewed it back together and her eye seems to be healing too.  She had a patch over it so I did not see it, but everyone says it looks pretty good.  She actually went to school on Friday.  Amazing.

Parker was a little nervous about the patch, but warmed up to her rather quickly. She even let Shelby hold her.  Which, says a lot, because this kid doesn't let just anyone hold her.