Day two of my plan to [wear my crazy offspring down to the nub] help my baby adjust to the Kid's Club at the gym was, in a word, unbelievable.
I took her into the room that was rife with running and scampering children. She was whimpering and clutching her Elmo and her Bunny. (Nothing quite so heartrending as seeing a whimpering cute baby holding two lovies in a death-grip, but I am DETERMINED, friends.) I put her down on the floor with the Elmo toys that they have. I kissed her head and off I went. And?
I heard NOTHING. No whimpering, no crying, no squalling.
I quick went to do a couple sets of back exercises and then I checked-in. And?
Thumbs fucking UP! What?
When I went in to get her (after I went and [played the LOTTERY] lifted shoulders), she was sitting next to a 5 year old girl who was doing things to entertain her. She was, uh, happy. She didn't even notice me sitting next to her.
So, as it turns out, I am the only one who is Shocked and Awed.
I'm still not ready to trust it totally. But I'll keep you posted.