Following suit with other mums looking for a stimulating activity for their baby and an excuse to get out of the house, TJ and I signed up to baby massage classes.
It didn’t even occur to me that TJ might not be a fan – he’s more than used to being handled by now and he has seemed more than happy in our other group activities (namely, Gymboree baby sensory).
How wrong I was.
Less than two seconds into the class and TJ decided it wasn’t for him. He did the kind of crying where they stop breathing for a second (I’m sure you know what I mean).
He decided the class was actually OK another two seconds before the class ended.
We signed up for the five-week course anyway and I’ve got some notes for homework so TJ is more up for the treat next week.
If not, I’ll see if they can upgrade my booking to an adult massage class as, after trying to calm the little man down, I’m the one who needed the relaxation treatment.