Class Act
Genevieve had her first class yesterday. It is for local 14 to 19-month-old kids and their mothers. The purpose is for the mothers to socialize and for the kids to learn by watching others and work on their fine motor skills. The real purpose of the class is for the mothers to compare their kids to others in excrutiating detail while trying to keep their own child from causing any permanent damage to property or others.
Before class I thought this would be a great way for Genevieve to interact with other kids, pick up a few tricks, and stimulate her budding Einsteinian mind. Instead I got lots of screaming, drooling, snatching of toys and cookies, and colored marker stains. The other kids were just as bad. Actually I'm kidding. Genevieve doesn't drool.
I was really worried at two points in the class. The first point is when Genevieve insisted that every cookie there was hers and proceeded to run around the room to enforce this decree. This was no different than what any of the other kids were doing, but Geneveive can be rather, uhm, persistent. I solved the problem by holding G above the chaos and appeasing her with many cookies. The second point is when the instructor gave us markers so our kids could decorate their nametags. Was Genevieve really expected to draw with a marker and not eat it? Thankfully I wasn't the only one with this thought as several moms wanted to know if the markers were non-toxic. I "helped" Genevieve with her nametag, which means she only licked 2 markers, rubbed purple on just one hand, and only got a little marker on my cheek. Some of the other mothers did not do so well. One kid walked in with a white turtleneck and walked out with a tie-dyed one.
We look forward to the classes to come. I've been told that at one point the kids will be able to play at an oatmeal table. I have no idea what this means but will be bringing a change of clothes for us both.
Before class I thought this would be a great way for Genevieve to interact with other kids, pick up a few tricks, and stimulate her budding Einsteinian mind. Instead I got lots of screaming, drooling, snatching of toys and cookies, and colored marker stains. The other kids were just as bad. Actually I'm kidding. Genevieve doesn't drool.
I was really worried at two points in the class. The first point is when Genevieve insisted that every cookie there was hers and proceeded to run around the room to enforce this decree. This was no different than what any of the other kids were doing, but Geneveive can be rather, uhm, persistent. I solved the problem by holding G above the chaos and appeasing her with many cookies. The second point is when the instructor gave us markers so our kids could decorate their nametags. Was Genevieve really expected to draw with a marker and not eat it? Thankfully I wasn't the only one with this thought as several moms wanted to know if the markers were non-toxic. I "helped" Genevieve with her nametag, which means she only licked 2 markers, rubbed purple on just one hand, and only got a little marker on my cheek. Some of the other mothers did not do so well. One kid walked in with a white turtleneck and walked out with a tie-dyed one.
We look forward to the classes to come. I've been told that at one point the kids will be able to play at an oatmeal table. I have no idea what this means but will be bringing a change of clothes for us both.
posted by Carrie @ 2:44 PM
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