Despite having to get up early on Saturday morning, after getting up at 5:40 all week long, Saturday morning is one of my favorite times of the week. Avalon and I get up early together, throw on some gym clothes, put our hair up, cruise out the door and hit up gymnastics class. It's a mommy and me class, but she does most of the work (except for the few jumps I sneak on the trampoline). She listens to every single thing the coach says, lining up at the right time, sitting on the line at the right time, and taking her turn at the right time. This is the opposite of most of the rest of the week, so I am shocked every Saturday at class.
She loves the tumble trac, the zip line, the bars, the kiddy beam, actually, there is no part of the class she doesn't like. Except leaving. But she's even getting good at that part, because of what comes next.
Every Saturday after class, we head over to Starbucks together. I of course get a very LARGE cup of coffee and we split a protein breakfast. She loves the grapes, I love the hardboiled egg, and we both love the apples, cheese and bagel with peanut butter. We've got the entire ritual down, complete with the table we sit at outside listening to select Starbucks blues songs, how we spread the peanut butter, which side of the egg we eat first (the side with more egg whites, of course) and when we throw away the trash. It's one part of the week that is not rushed one bit; I finish an entire venti and she finishes every last bite of her bagel. Anyone who has kids knows this can take.quite.some.time. But really? What else do we have to do at 9:45 in the morning?
It's the best way to spend quality time with my 2 1/2 year old and get a good start to our Saturday with the family. And it's a time when she actually eats. She ACTUALLYgets nutrition INTO her body. She still weighs 22 pounds and wears 18 month clothes, but hopefully all of these peanut butter bagels will change that.