Jumpy Jumpy Jumpy! No, I’m not trying to go into labor…

Today, instead of the (incredibly anxiety inducing for me) horseback riding the AU classes were supposed to go to, we went to one of those Jumping Inflatable places. (Weather… what you gonna do?) I took the J-man, because a) Tim was working on the flooring, and b) his teachers promised to corral him for me. I believe the exact term was “muscle him around.”

We got there, and Ms. Jennifer (his teacher) immediately took him from me, pulled off his shoes, and away they went into the jumping thing… where the J-man was almost immediately knocked down at the bottom of one of the slides. This did not bode well for the rest of the day! However, with lots (and lots and lots) of sitting on Ms. Jennifer’s lap, then sitting beside Ms. Jennifer, then getting on his knees to sort-of bounce Ms. Jennifer, and then STANDING UP and jumping near Ms. Jennifer… it got better!

Because I keep having these occasional pesky (read: painful) Braxton Hicks contractions when I stand for too long, I sat at a table and talked to some of the other parents instead of watching, but somehow, parents of AU kids of all ages seem to know who the J-man is, so every time he did something new, 6 people would start calling out to me to come watch. That? Was awesome.

After say an hour and a half, several of the kids from J-man’s class came out and had snack. I had taken along a container of “sticks” (Veggie Straws, but everyone calls them “sticks” since the J-man does – also known as AU CRACK!), and we ended up sharing that a bit, because kids would walk up to the table and say “I want sticks.” It’s straight off the “I want” board, but heck, the J-man doesn’t really need that much sodium anyway. We all had cleaned up and were ready to leave when:

The J-man RAN back toward the jumping structure, and we were barely able to pull off his shoes before he was back in. Because Ms. Jennifer had to leave, I was the one who got in there with him. Note to self: if you ever want to terrify people, try being almost 35 weeks pregnant and crawling into a jumping structure. I think all the other parents thought I was trying to induce labor right there. A force-field of parents and teachers collapsed around the two of us so no kid could jump on the pregnant lady. AN HOUR LATER, we were finally able to get out, although I won “parent of the year awards” for pretty much dragging the J-man away from the place.

This time? Much better than last time there. If we took him every day during break? By the end of break he would be that kid who zips around and can’t get enough of the jumping. I don’t think Mama or Daddy’s bodies could handle that though, and I KNOW that “pregnant lady in inflatable jumping thing” would land someone in the hospital eventually, whether it was me, or a mom who had a heart attack just seeing me in there.

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Tagged as: Behavior, Preschool, Public, School, Sensory Issues, Sensory Processing Disorder, SPD