Helen wanted to take a gymnastics class, but they're 70 minutes long. Can you imagine trying to entertain the boys while she's doing her thing? But God was watching out for us...they offer a class for 3 year-olds at the same time, for 45 minutes, and DJ was game to try it. So they both get to do something fun, and then I only have to entertain James, and then DJ for a short time. AND...Metro (in Tualatin) has remodeled in the 2 years since we were last there and they've got this great upstairs observation area with toys and television monitors. And you can see your kids wherever they're at in the apparatus rotation. Cool!
So of course we missed the first lesson because we didn't sign up till last week, so we didn't know about a very special guest that was at the gym on Tuesday. There were all sorts of group pictures being taken and then a long autograph line. I had to ask another mom who the guy was. It was Paul Hamm, the Olympic Gymnast who won gold in 2004. Dude is pretty short. The kids seemed thrilled.
Helen nearly busted her nose falling while attempting a handstand, and DJ made me hold his hand for the first 15 minutes (at the same time I was holding onto James and wearing a 20 pound backpack), but I snuck away when they changed location. He ended up having a great time.
He just needs to try and take a nap between preschool and gymnastics class on Tuesdays. Hahahahahahahah. I tried 3 different times to get him to nap today, and he would NOT. I even drove around after Helen came home, and went to a park in Newberg to tire him out. He didn't fall asleep on the way home, and then he went into complete meltdown after we came back. The kid gets so tired but just won't give it up, and then it becomes a way bad scene. The good news is that out of 3 days of preschool, he hasn't wet his pants. *knocks on wood*
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