Today was Zed's first day of gymnastics.
He did great. He did flips, walked on the balance beam, climbed on the obstacles, and played on the mats.
The only problem? When it was time to do these things, he decided he'd rather do something else. While the class was working on their flips, he was busy climbing the obstacles. When the class was climbing the obstacles, he was playing on the mats. Structure is so overrated.
But he had a GREAT time. He was smiling the entire time and running around the place like a crazy person. He pitched a fit when it was time to leave (of course, he always pitches a fit when he has to put his shoes on).
I, however, did not have a great time because I was feeling quite paranoid. Ever feel like everyone's staring at you? It seemed like every time I looked up, one of the mothers was looking at me. It was probably due to one or more of the following:
- I'm damn sexy.
- They're not used to seeing a guy at the gymnastics center.
- I may or may not have had my fly open the entire time. Unfortunately, I did not notice this faux pas until I was loading Zed into the car.
Song of the day: Son Of A Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield
