Not my gym. Actually, I don't have a gym. But, that's neither here nor there.
I'm talking about baby gyms. After confessing how stir crazy Marcus and I get in the afternoons it was time for this mommy to take some action. I started my search of a baby gym for Marcus (and me).
We checked out four different gyms. And, there were about a hundred others I could have explored, but four was about all I could take of different versions of "The Itsy Bitsy Spider."
The first gym we checked out was simply an "open gym" concept. And, Marcus was the only child there. Obviously not what we had hoped for.
The second gym had organized activities, song singing, and open play time after "class." More up our alley.
The third gym focused on gymnastic elements. We were "teaching" the kids the basic steps to do a cartwheel (WTH?! My kid is just learning to walk, you want him to do a cartwheel?!), somersaults, and walking on a balance beam (again, we haven't mastered the art of simply walking).
The fourth was a mad house. That's the best way I can explain it. Kids running amuck, equipment didn't seem the cleanest. I'm next to positive had I set Marcus down he would have been pummeled. We didn't stay for more than 15 seconds. Yikes.
While each gym offered its own unique spin, and I'm sure Marcus would have loved anything I threw at him, I decided on gym number two.
The real issue I have with all the baby gyms... The price. Whoa nelly! Not only is there a membership fee, there is a monthly fee. These fees are for a single class a week. It's not like we can come and go to any old class when we please. It's all a bit ridiculous. But, these places know what they're doing. Full-time mommy's will pay these absurd prices, because if we don't we will simply go insane. Oh, you want one of my kidneys? Glady, as long as the little man and I can get out of the house! Kudos to you, baby gyms, you got me and my money.