Little Gymnist

Although he doesn't look too excited, Emery went to his first Little Gym class with Nate and I this morning. He was NOT interested in the group opening, mainly because it entailed sitting still in daddy's lap. He was much more happy to roam around the gym and climb on everything and tackle the other children. He decided to start participating when they brought out all the balls. He also enjoyed the hula hoops and bubbles. By the end, he didn't want to leave.

We were happy to meet another little guy at the class, whose middle name is Emery. Nate was talking to his parents and they told him they were worried about how small he is-- Emery was by far a head taller, although 2 months younger. Not a second later, I was horrified to see Emery grab this little one by both shoulders and then flat out tackle him, ending up pinning him to the ground and squealing with delight. I know he was just ecstatic to find another friend, but it didn't look that way... the parents were very gracious and said not to worry.

I still worry. We've got a sweet little bruiser on our hands. Nate is hoping it is foreshadowing Emery's future football career. I would like to think it's just a sign he'll be an aggressive post player on the hardwood. Only time will tell.