When it comes to cutesy kid classes, we're notorious non-joiners - while other toddlers are happily sitting still or going through the Music-Together or Gymboree paces, mine are all "f*ck that sh*t, I'm outta here." I did a brief and underwhelming mother/son swimming class with Griff when he was 2, and a futile stab at library storytime with him and again later with Reese. I ended up deciding that you know what, I can read books any time at home. We can sing and clap hands and all that stuff on our own. Checking out the interesting corrugated drain pipe and the geese in the pond outside the window and exploring the stacks is far more important and cannot be done at home. Forget this organized storytime stuff. Who expects two-year-olds to sit quietly? Did any of these librarians read a developmental text, ever? 305.23, folks.
Well, anyway, Xander the uber-social, go-with-the-flow, follow-the-leader child seems like maybe he'd actually be interested in those sorts of things, so I've occasionally considered going back to the library or taking some other kind of class with him. Problem is scheduling it around his big brothers' schedules. Then Luke and Sarah invited Xander and me to join them for a Yoga Tykes class on Tuesday mornings while the big kids are in school. The selling point: these folks understand the abilities and limitations of babies/toddlers, so while the hope is to enjoy a yogalicious good time with them, the expectation is that they might just watch, or run around shrieking, or pitch a fit, or all of the above. Sounds perfect, sign us up.
So...today was our fourth class, and I have to say, after initially finding it to be a tad too Barney-flavored for me, then thinking the shrieking-to-yoga ratio was unfavorable (I mean, there should be some yoga, right?), a week of Xander asking to do "run-around-yogi" and inspiring his brothers to beg for kitchen-floor pose demonstrations has convinced me that this class is a good fit for us. I saw a lot of actual baby yoga ("baby yogurt," according to Luke and Xander) happening in between kids stealing each other's wubbies and making bolsters into a train. Dare I say it? I might actually sign up for another session.