Growing up, it was all ballet, drama, and violin for me, so when it comes putting my son in some sort of extra curricular activity, I'm pretty much stumped.
Now I'm perfectly cool with a 3-year-old boy dancing, mind you, or playing the violin, however, I've actually taught 3-year-old boys to play violin, or really, attempted to teach them, and I can firmly say that there are way better and more cost effective outlets for their energy than screeching out a few notes on a teeny, tiny and quite fragile instrument.
But considering I'm behind the power curve when it comes to this parenting gig - need I remind you of my recent discovery of multi-sized Ziploc bags? - and my husband travels a lot, I'm pretty much at a loss for what to do with him, save somehow attaching him to the wagon and having him pull Margot through the neighborhood in order to burn a few calories and tire his little tail out.
And it doesn't help that I'm a total activities slacker mom, possibly because I was involved in way too many activities myself as a child, but also because I loathe Atlanta traffic, particularly when three little children are along for the ride.
So even Quinlan, who is a perfect candidate for all sorts of awesome things like ballet class or art class or cheerleading (ha!), has only done about three months of an activity before I accidentally-on-purpose just stop taking her.
[Let me add here that if she begged to go and was devastated to miss a class then I'd absolutely get her butt there, but suffice it to say it was a battle getting out of the door every single time and she never ever asked about it once, so at this point in her life I'm not going to force the child to slide into a pair of pink tights and a leotard and march in a line like a roaring lion to Mozart which let's face it she can do around the house and I don't have to endure the $70 costume and 4-hour long recital].
But Drew needs something. Or maybe it's that I need something because Drew is driving me slightly insane and running him on the treadmill is just not a socially appropriate option right now. Plus, it would be nice for him to get worn out while acquiring some sort of skill.
So with the weather changing, I decided it was time to clean out our garage of useless wheeled toys that no one ever rides because they suck in the hopes that inspiration would hit me.
Boys like speed. Boys like wheeled things. Is it possible for me to come up with any more gender stereotypes right this very moment?
And well, I figured if I could find him a fast, wheeled, stereotypical toy it would allow me to avoid actually having to take him to an organized something or other for 3 year old boys because in the back of my mind I just can't imagine my son doing some sort of organized thing.
So, there I was, in the garage full of misfit wheeled toys, mostly because we can be impulse buyers (Cheap! Ride-on! Toy! That is cheap! For a reason!) but also because we have family that like to send us wheeled things that they have no clue how they work but they've got princesses and spidermen all over them so they must be awesome.
And so, I splurged on a couple of awesome kid's scooters, and a handlebar for a scooter we already had, and after all of two seconds it took to put them together he was out riding around like he was a dolphin who had been kept out of water for all his life and was being let free to swim.
Seriously, the kid glided down the street like a little speed racer and hasn't looked back since.
Bedtime antics - completely gone.
No cruel taking away of the precious blanket. No donut rewards required.
And every time he careens down the hill towards me and zooms by, he smiles - his little head firmly packed inside a helmet, his feet planted firmly atop his little orange scooter, and my entire nervous system grasped firmly in his grubby little paws.
God help me.
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