My Gym

So last week we went to My Gym, a new place that opened in Layton. Finn took a little while to warm up to it. At first he didn't want to go in without me, and once he did go in, if the male teacher even looked at him, he ran to the gate screaming for me to get him. So he watched for the first part of class. And after a few tries, he did go in and participate and ended up having a blast by the end. (Note the grace with which walks across this balance beam - my future Olympian)


Our neighbor took her daughter on that day as well for a trial class to see if she wanted to sign her up. She doubted she would participate but when I told her we were going she thought she would try and see if she would do it if Finn was there. She did not. (This is Finn's little girlfriend next door, Crystal, and ever since that day he has asked non-stop if he can go over and play with her, and if we are out in the car it's, "is Crystal in her car with her mommy?" or it's, "is Crystal brushing her teeth?" or taking a nap, or whatever he is about to do. Amazingly, Crystal is ALWAYS doing the exact same thing he is!)


So Marisel (Crystal's mom) was in with her and sat with her at my gym but didn't push her at all. Where as I used many thinly veiled threats to get my kid to participate - like, "well, if you're not going to play, we should just go home..." etc. Judge if you will but this is what works for Finn.


I would bet money that when the time comes for Burgundy to do things like that independently, we will be left standing in a cloud of dust. Whereas Finn needs a good, steady push. It is an almost-always obvious difference between my two children. Burgundy says when she is ready for the next thing, when she is done with what she's on; Finn will do the same thing ad nauseum until you nudge him into what's next.


But, the point of this rant is that by the end he had a great time. I would have had a bunch more photos but my camera's battery died early on. But these are what I did get. And he can't wait for next week!

(This reminded me of that scene in the movie Baby Boom, with Diane Keaton, where she takes her adopted daughter to the gym and they have the tiny children swinging, unassisted on a huge swing, several feet above the ground. And she quietly moves to the back of the line. Ha.)