In case you didn't read yesterday, Elliot had been running amuck. All the other babies were calm and good. I thought it was stressful and tried to turn in my classes to no avail.
So we went back.
And it was better, mainly because Elliot had an entire room to himself. Seriously. The yoga room is giant and L-shaped. The class happens in one end of the "L" and the other part is supposed to be sort of off limits because the footfalls disturb a doctor who works underneath.
Apparently the yoga people were willing to make an exception for Elliot. And it's not like he's all that noisy other than a few thuds and the occasionally LOUD babble.
They had even baby-proofed. The electrical sockets were filled in, the heating coils were off.
I did have to go through the room and move all the giant loops of rope hanging from the wall. Other classes use them when the students lie on the floor, then grab the loops to pull for leverage. They were right at Elliot's neck level, but were easy enough to loop higher than his little hands.
And this time, I only had to get up five times during the class, which split over an hour, averages about once every 20 minutes and that may not seem like much, but if you consider that about 15 minutes was spent working with Elliot. And also that the teacher took him and carried him with her for the last ten minutes, that's alot of popping up and down.
But we've (really meaning "me") has switched my attitude about it all. I have given up any hope of yoga-ing myself and have decided to look at it as Elliot's play time.
Because Elliot loves it.
One of our friends and her daughter comes and he loves to see them.
He thinks the massages are the best thing ever and he laughs and laughs.
When I pop up to save him, it's big fun for me to come and play with him.
Sometimes, the teacher will pick him up and let him sit with her, so he gets a different view of the class.
And really, Elliot is my funny little love and any mischief he causes in only in the spirit of curiosity and having fun. And I cannot blame him a bit for it* and overall, think it is the best thing ever.
And, this time, the "worst" thing I caught him doing was leaning over another baby blowing raspberries in her face. And, she loved it too.
Only five more classes to go.
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*He cannot help his gene pool.
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Clearly, Elliot is way more interesting (and interested in his world) than the calm babies. So you are actually much luckier than all the zen moms.
Thanks, Nan, and I think so, too. (on both counts.) When I signed up, he was so so young and I thought it would be soothing and bonding and all of that sort of thing. Now that we know each other better, he's not very calm and we're well bonded, so really it was silly for me to think that it would be anything other than exactly what it is--which is really fun and hilarious. For any of that calm stuff, I'll just have to sign up for one on my own...
How old was he when you guys started the course?
Henriette (Jenny's friend)
hey henriette,
elliot was almost seven month old...but this is really just a function of his personality, i think. he's not the oldest baby in the class, even. he's just the most mobile, vocal and lively, by far. if you have a baby who is immobile and calm, you'll probably be fine...also, the teacher is wonderful.
--elizabeth
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