Play Time

A few weeks ago, I took Dylan to Gymboree for a free class. I would love to be able to sign up for classes, but it's kind of costly and kind of out of the way. I wish we had something in our city that was a little more convenient, but I figure one day, to beat the winter blues, was worth it. Dylan had a blast. We were with a play group where Dylan was pushing the next class age limitations, so all the kids in the class weren't as mobile or into everything like he is. The teacher called everyone together in the beginning and did a few songs then tried her best to structure and organize the play time in the various sections of the play area. I tried my best to corral Dylan but he's like a wild animal, he can't be caged. After about 10 minutes of free play, the teacher called them back to do a song on a bouncy tunnel. Dylan was having none of it and he ran to play on his own. It wasn't until she brought out the parachute that he was willing to play with the class. Then came the bubbles, he was loving running under the parachute and acting crazy so much so that he had a head on collision with another little boy. Since he was older, this meant he was taller, so the boys head came to Dylan's eye. Dylan got a little goose egg. After a few minutes of crying, he was ready to go again. He really had a lot of fun.