Tumbling

Tumbling class is the highlight of Jacks Dyer's week. During the school year, he takes tumbling at his day care with Mr. Frank, who owns a local gymnastics studio (Premier) and he is gracious enough to come up to day care with a plethora of safe equipment for toddlers to learn to balance and roll and whatever toddlers do at tumbling class. But, this summer, Frank's son Marc (who also works at Drake with me), has held a small tumbling class at Premier for a handful of teacher's kids. Going to the actual gym is so much better because of all the fun trampolines and padded mats and other equipment that the kids can play on there.
Usually, I take Jacks to his summer time tumbling group with Nealy strapped to my chest or in her stroller. And I tend to gossip with the other mothers or check my blackberry while Jacks plays. When Joe goes to tumbling class, it is a different story. He plays on every piece of equipment and does everything the kids do. He is basically the oldest member of the tumbling class. For every really silly thing Joe does, my friend Mandi says something like, "Hey, that's YOUR husband," or, "Dude, you married him." Yes, yes, Joe may look like a fool, but every good daddy looks like a fool every once in a while for the sake of his kids. And I'm glad he does, because Jacks has a BALL at tumbling with Joe.