Fit for Class

I don't have much in the way of Wonderful New Stuff. 

Lauren decided to drop her current gymnastics class in favor of a new coach. Not that she dislikes the one she has right now, it's just that he's stuck teaching the really LITTLE kids (3 and 4) and she thinks he acts much too silly and that she's too sophisticated for that. So if that was going to be her decision I made her go up and make the request. At the last minute she had to make an awful decision as to whether or not to switch, because if she moved classes, she’d leave her friends. I let her make the decision; if it was up to me, I’d let her stay put, I have no issues with the current Coach. But she wants to be “bigger,” so there you go. She made the choice to move into the other class, despite the friends issue, so that was a pretty big thing of her to do. 

David thinks he wants to try out gymnastics. In the meantime, Lauren is busy showing off by doing straddle sits and bending to one side so that she's got her hands wrapped around the bottom of her foot and her nose is touching her knee. Doug responds by telling her she has no bones. Being newly-full of Scientific fact, she puffs up and glares at him and says, "Then how come I can stand up?"

Cute extraneous tale: While being seated at a restaurant, the hostess asks if we'd like a table or a booth. David answers first. "A booth would be nice!" Hostess looks at him.

"You'd like a booth?"

"Yes, if you have one available." 

This puts the wait staff in stitches. 

And David earned himself a Cub Scout Weather Belt Loop and Pin. We would have gotten it at the Pack Meeting, but we missed the meeting. I don't consider this one my fault.  I showed up at the right bat-time and the right bat-channel, but there was an empty parking lot and all the doors were locked. ??? I looked up the info online (via the iPhone, whilst sitting in the car) and it said I was totally on track, no problem, there SHOULD be a meeting here. So since I couldn't see any sense in persisting with an empty building, I decided to leave, call one of the Den Leaders to ask about the Phantom Pack Meeting, and go home. Den Leader calls me at some point last night (the call phone won’t tell me TIMES, just DAYS that people call me) and says, “There WAS a Pack Meeting tonight, but I think you got confused,” which ultimately made no sense. Turns out that everyone has started parking in a lower parking lot behind the building (which I didn't know existed) and only unlocked the doors on the back side of the school. Nice. Thanks for letting me know. 

We had a brief interest this morning in bird calls, but that got cut short. The kids went outside for a bit and then David came in and said, "I hear lots of birds out there. One is going 'AW! AW! AW!' and that's probably a crow, and one is going 'EEPEEPEEP,' but I don't know what that is." I suggested the bird call identifier we have, but David had no clue what I meant. He pondered for a bit and then asked if he could take his bird water whistle outside, and I said sure. After a bit I went and found the bird call identifier; it wouldn't work, but I replaced the batteries and all seemed well. I handed it over to the kids and they loved messing with it...for about 30 minutes. That's when it went berserk and started playing as if it was a cassette player eating a tape. I have yet to figure out what its problem is. 

I've also been invited to join the neighborhood "Block Boot Camp" for those of us who are looking to lose weight. The idea of exercising in public, and expressly for the purpose of losing weight, right there in the neighborhood is about as appealing as a bikini wax. Why don't I just dress in a Neoprene suit and lie on the front lawn practicing whale songs? While I appreciate their gesture of inclusion (believe me, I don't get many of those!), I retain too many memories of mandatory gym class to make this idea anything but horrifying. 

When they want to go mountain biking down the muddy trails or kayaking down one of the rivers, they should definitely give me a call. I'd be all over that. (Perhaps that's what I need to be organizing for their benefit, eh?)