A tale of Child Watch

Recently I joined the YMCA here in our area.  The kids are now taking swimming classes and a gym fun class there for a little socialization, fun and time away from Mommy and siblings.  I am enjoying the yoga classes and recently I decided to try a workout during the day.  I prepared Carter and Ava at home and while there was a little reluctance to go, I smoothed over their worries with the promise of a hot dog party in the basement.  Before we got to the Y, Ava told me "Mommy, when we go to child watch I'm going to be bossy."  Ok, Ava you do that.  Carter got a little teary eyed when we entered child watch, but was okay otherwise.  Then there was my little Dockie doodle.  He threw one of his patented doodle fits, screaming in a high pitch decibel almost high enough for a dog to hear it, but still audible with the effect of breaking your ear drum.  I tried walking out of sight for a moment to see if he would calm down, nope.  I tried sitting and playing for awhile until he was comfortable, no way.  Poor baby is in a very clingy stage, very typical for a child his age.  But it is probably excacerbated by all the changes that have occured in our lives recently.  There are times when he gets upset and starts crying because I walked out of the room!  If only I could find a way to permanently attach him to my hip, life would be so much easier.  Well, it would be easier for my ear drums, but not necessarily my back!  So, adios child watch.  We may try again in about a year and a half!