100 Happy Days Challenge: Day 50

For Wednesday, September 17th:

1. I'm half-way through this challenge and, though I post late often, I'm still hangin' in there! Woot!

2. Jeff bought the laminate flooring for the baby's room. We need to get moving on this room, people, because this baby will be getting his eviction notice in a few short weeks.

3. Carter had his first gymnastics class yesterday. This was the first class he has been in where it wasn't parent-assisted, so he went in without me. I had very mixed feelings about registering him in this class for two reasons: first, I didn't know how he would respond to me not being with him there, but still being able to see me in the stands watching him. This kid is a mama's boy if there ever was one. I fully expected him to flip his noodle right good when I sent him in alone. More on how that turned out in a minute. The other reason I was hesitant to register him in this class is because I am still a pretty hands-on mom. That makes me sound worse than I am -- but what I mean is that I let him climb on the equipment on his own, but I prefer being right there so that I'm close enough to catch him should he lose his balance and slip or fall off of whatever structure he's on. Yes, yes, I know the mats are padded, but I have horrid visions of him landing on his face and breaking his nose, biting through his tongue, or landing at a bad angle and breaking his neck (this should give you some idea of how much and how intensely I worry). But, I just figured, if he was upset with me not being there, or I didn't feel comfortable having him be in there without me, no big deal, I'll just go in.

And that's exactly what happened -- kind of. Initially, he went in without me and sat down with the class. He looked so cute and looked like such a big boy. It made me sad and beam with pride all at once. But within one minute he was looking for me and, when he saw me, trying to leave the padded area to come to me, so in I went. The good news is, all of the other parents had to go in too (except one), so that made me feel much better. I also suspect that by the end of the class in December, he may be trotting off quite happily without his mom-mom by his side. Either way, given the fact that I am the size of a small town at the moment, Jeff went on Dad-duty and went in. He stood by and watched Carter, while I sat in the stands and – to everyone’s surprise – Carter did really well. He participated without coaching from his dad for the most part. I’ll say, I’m optimistic.