When we lived in NYC, we would endlessly mock My Gym every time we walked by. A gym! For toddlers! Can you imagine?! SO New York City. Reason #501 we are not raising kids here.
Well, we moved out to the suburbs, and guess where Penny and I ended up this rainy Tuesday morning? You got it, My Gym. It turns out the place is a fantastic, albeit expensive, alternative to our local library.
When you walk in you are greeted by an adorable, peppy woman named Katie who runs the classes. The connection she makes with the kids is evident in the high-fives and hugs they run [toddle] to give her. To start the class we sat in a circle and sang a welcome song. Penny just looked around, mouth agape, in awe of all the things she could play with. There's a ball pit, two slides, trampolines, swings; you name it, they have it.
After the song we did some light "stretching," which I found hilarious. A room full of 12-16 month old babies sitting in a circle getting ready for their workout. Penny let me swing her arms up and down like a rag doll. I'm not sure how much "stretching" she did, but it was a nice way to keep it moving.
Every ten minutes or so the two teachers would bring out different activities, such as swings, ball pits, and blocks to keep the kids' interest piqued. Did I mention the background music was Mariah Carey and other 90s hits? All in all, despite initial impressions from the sidewalk, My Gym was an enjoyable way to spend the morning in the middle of winter. We might even go for round #2 next week.
Lilly Holland is a former New Yorker turned suburbanite who writes about parenting and her former career as a teacher in an elite NYC private school. She can be reached at Lilly.firstname.lastname@example.org.