The Litle Gym

Every Saturday B attends a "Mommy and me" class at the Little Gym. Since I have school every other weekend it became a "Mommy and Me" class two weekends a month and a "Daddy and Me" class the other two weekends. Kyle had so much fun he decided to join us on my weekends so it became a "Daddy and Mommy and Me" class and then last weekend Daddy was.... lets just say he was unavailable so it was a "Mommy and Aunt Alice and Cousin Victoria and Me" class. The bottom line is; in a slow but stratigic manner we are taking over the joint.

The class is really fun and B really likes it. We dance and we sing and he gets to play on all of the balance beams and parallel bars. Currently his favorite thing to do is the log roll. We try to entice him to forward roll but everytime he just smiles and wiggles his body around so that he can do yet another log roll down the cheese mat. Its so freaking cute.
We have gained a little insite into his personality in these classes. He is BOSSY. When it is time to put the toys away, he is the one telling the other kids what to do and taking their toys if they don't move fast enough. I really wonder where he got that from......

I've Been Grounded

We went roller blading (probably for the last time this pregnancy) on Saturday. We have been going just about every weekend since we moved here, I slap on the blades and K brings his skateboard. It appears my center of gravity shifted a great deal since I had roller blades on a week ago. At the very beginning of the trail we frequent there is quite a hill. This same hill has had it out for me since we moved here, the first time I tried to ride it I crashed, ate dirt, scuffed up my hands and embarrassed myself but have since got it under control and haven't had a problem in a while.... But this past Saturday. We got all geared up, I started going, Kyle started going - he was behind me so Im not sure exactly what took place but some how mike the dog broke free, all I heard was Kyle yelling "BABE watch out shes coming for you!" she darted thru my legs and passed me, I tried to grab her dangling leash only to find that the quick lurch forward was not the smartest thing to do, my belly is growing along with my boobs so now the front side of my body has more momentum than the rest all of the sudden I found that I was propelling forward at what seemed like 100 miles per hour and I was OUT OF CONTROL. Now, I dont have the best coordination under regular circumstances. I attempted to use the foot brake but the motion of putting my heel back to stop just would not work. I careened into the ditch and landed safely in a pile of leaves. Kyle skated over, checked me out and announced "we will be walking for the next 6 months"