what am i doing?
long since the days of leisure parenting.
ever since i found out i was pregnant with brooks, i've day dreamed about days full of soccer mom activities, orange wedges and celebration trips to DQ.
so i dove in this spring. head first.
we're enrolled in an animal movement class, swimming lessons, lil dribblers basketball, literacy art classes and preschool camps galore. the idea was to keep the boys busy, introduce them to new friends, get physical and away from the tv and hopefully learn a thing or two.
not so much.
i think they're having a good time but it's hard to tell when all i see is:
-brooks pouting on the baseline during basketball and allowing the bounce pass to nail him in the chest because he refuses to participate and put his hands out.
-ade spending more time with the step stool and water fountain during the animal class because no matter how entertaining the lispy instructor is with her fierce CT every time she stands up from a frog jump- quenching his thirst is top priority.
-both of my boys staring at an 80 year old's set of saggy melons in the Y locker room after an intense lesson of swim (aka sitting on the steps and crying every time the lifeguard tried to engage, encourage or just flat out force the 3 year old to put his face in the water)
-what the heck is literacy art class? we've missed 4 weeks in a row because i can't seem to get out of the house on time. sounds amazing though.
maybe i'm overdoing it.
maybe they're too young for all the extra stuff outside of their comfort haven.
maybe they've learned the greatest lesson of all:
when mom says your name through clenched teeth, you'd better climb through that dumb tube and act like a bear before she rips your arm out of it's socket by a long limb drag down the hall and out to the car.
February little things
19 hours ago