jamboree

Today we had our first play class at the local Gymboree studio, and hoo boy, was it ever a hit. Graydon was in hog heaven- there was so much to do and see! Gymboree is a huge,colorfully padded room filled with climbing stairs, tunnels, bridges, and toys- perfectly suited to this crazy baby. Here's a picture of the room, kind of blurry, but you get the gist of the set up:

There were 4 other little babies in his class, all girls, ranging from 11-14 months old, all walking, so it's a good match for him, age and activity-wise. The other babies had all been there before and were all over the place. Gray stood by my side for the first few minutes, soaking it all in- I think he was a little shell-shocked. But after five minutes he was good to go. He climbed through tunnels:

Helped to push this giant padded log across the room (this was a little tricky):

(By the way, that is NOT my butt. Just an FYI.)

Grabbed as many wiffle balls as he could fit in his sweaty little paws:

Was literally mesmerized by the blowing bubbles- all the other babies sat around peaceably, while he ran around like a loon trying to grab them (the bubbles, not the babies- well, sometimes the babies):

Sat around putting all the other babies to shame with his smoldering good looks:

The only awkward part of the class was when all the babies sat on a parachute in the middle of the room, and then all the parents scooted the parachute around the room, and made it wiggle, etc. Well, the goose, who thus far had embraced every task with gusto, was NOT pleased with this activity, and immediately started to cry and look for the exit (there was none). So I had to pick him up for a minute or two and he just watched the rest of the munchkins. But other than that, he was aces. I'm stoked to go back.

* The only disappointment was that I had hoped to meet some other moms there. So far I have not had much luck in that department- meeting moms is harder than dating! For real! And today there wasn't a single other mom- just a dad, a nanny, and two sets of grandparents. Sigh. Oh well. If only some of my local friends would just get pregnant so that Graydon could have some more playdates, that would be awesome. Hint, hint.*