Jai is a very good baby.... we are very, very blessed in that department. He rarely cries. When he is tired, he gets a little whiny. (He sounds like he's German and repeats, "Nine, Nine" over and over again.) But rarely do we get a full on cry. Unless he's hurt--- or at the Little Gym.
He loves gymnastics. Has a great time. Flirts with all the little chick-a-dees. Does his exercise and has a ball. Except when I'm not touching him. Then Jai turns into something that I have no way of describing.
It has happened three times. Today being the third. The first time, the teacher took Jai and used him to demonstrate a move to the newbies.... it resulted in us having to leave gymnastics. Last week, Panya and I both took Jai to class and then I had to leave to take Granny to the doctor. They had to leave the class. Today we played pass the baby... and guess what? I had to leave the class. He just has a complete and total melt down. And he can not be consoled... at all. He gets so upset that his little face breaks out. But the second we walk out the door, all is right with the world again.
Silly baby.
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