Ball Boy--My Gym Fun

Ball Boy

Have we talked about My Gym yet? I'm sure Karen has posted on this before, so I won't give too much background. Basically it's a Gym for babies, kind of like how I feel about 24Hour Fitness. He's not mobile so he does not get to move around on his own, but he still interacts with the environment: he gets to slobber on all the mats and toys.

So we went to the My Gym this morning. What a trooper he was. He was really jonesing for a nap, but he pulled through. Thankfully.

We got to:

1. Slobber on a red mat
2. Slobber on the carpet
3. Slobber on a green mat
4. Slobber on several balls in the ball bin
5. Slobber on a beach ball

One of the helpers, a youngster herself, was sporting a ton (seriously) of bracelets. Many of them were elastic. She observed that babies like to pull them out and let the snap back against her wrist. I think I would remove my accessories if I was going into a lions den of grabby kids! (Yo).

It's interesting—there's quite a panoply of people working at the Gym. I usually see one regular, but the support staff has a new face almost every week. I wonder what the deal is? Do they just have a high turnover rate? It may be that the shear volume of kids wear their sh** out super fast. I know with just one I'm ready for miller time at almost every time of the day. I guess I'd quit after about 2 weeks too.

But I like going. I enjoy the bonding time. It's as much about being the 'dad' in a safe, social environment as it is getting Emmett rolling around. There. I made the post about me. Whew—what a workout!