sweet nothings...

We arrived before anyone else, and Chris charged around the rooms exploring and investigating everything, in between trying to make a dash for freedom every time the door opened to let someone in! As more people arrived Chris started getting nervous and increased his attempts to run out the door. When everyone was there we all sat around in a circle on cushions, while the lady who ran the class strummed away on her guitar and sang nursery songs. I was surprised to find that I already knew most of the songs, but not their own songcircle versions of the words, or any of the actions which went with them.

Chris sort of agreed to sit/be held down on my lap for some of the first 20 minutes of singing, going very still and looking slightly alarmed whenever a new song started, and looking with longing at the guitar being played (he likes to beat my guitar to a pulp every morning, drag toys/wipe lipsalve up and down the strings and post my make up into the hole). Then started thrashing about and wanting to run around/look in the cupboards/open the door/rake through the flip top bin as soon as each song finished. The other kids (mostly girls) sat obediently on their cushions and sang along happily to the songs, only getting up to move about and dance when they were told to.

There was a short break in the middle when everyone sat around and ate biscuits and cake and drank coffee and tea (this was my favourite part!), and the kids got to play with toys. Chris crammed (my) entire chocolate biscuit in his mouth (after insisting I ate his plain one) and ran about crashing into everyone's legs whilst clutching a dump truck.

After what seemed like no time at all the toys had to be put back in the cupboard...and this is where it went downhill for Chris! The dump truck had to be wrestled from him to be put away, and he spent the remainder of the time we were there trying to get into the toy cupboard again, getting increasingly upset and annoyed! I think he was getting a bit hungry and tired by that time too, and also he is busy cutting his last back teeth at the moment (as can be seen from the gallons of drool and frantic chomping on everything in sight!)

I took him over to the buggy corner and he climbed into his buggy himself (normally I have to wrestle him into it!), I waited until there was a gap between songs and tried to sneak out early (which wasn't easy considering the circle of cushions was right between the escape door and the buggy storage area!). I skulked past everyone and made a dash for the door and out into the lovely fresh air. I think both me and Chris would have much preferred to spend the morning running about in the botanical gardens in the sunshine! Still, you never know for sure what you'll think of something until you give it a try!

I only saw the website and this page about etiquette rules afterwards, hahaha, I wouldn't have taken Chris if I knew there were so many rules! Maybe after Christopher's visit they will add a few more, like 'You will not attempt to rake through the bin or wrestle with your parent in order to drag the contents out of the toy cupboard while we are singing songs'