Last night we attended our first baby class, or, as Riz likes to say, the "this end up" class. It's a good thing we don't work together. We'd both be pink slipped.
It was just like being back in school. We had busy work before the class began, introductions, group presentations, and videos that ended just as you found a good napping position. We made the 3+ hours bearable by creating our own entertainment.
We laughed at the worksheet that asked us to 'circle all the dangers' in the nursery. Did anyone find the smoldering ashtray placed next to the unattended baby teetering on the end of a table?We laughed out loud during the breast feeding presentation. It was totally Rizwan's fault for referencing Meet the Parents. I had no idea you could milk a cat, Focker.
We laughed again when Riz placed our "baby" in a back bend position to get his shirt on. We're horrible.
The class wasn't a total wash. I did learn a few things and it was good to have reaffirmed what I already knew. We left feeling pretty confident. I think we'll rock this baby thing.
2 comments:
Hmm..that picture looks vaguely like Mina's room..sans the smoking ashtray. This is what happens with the second one, I guess. Hey, we never got a workbook in our class!
Glad to see Riz is taking school as seriously as ever.
hey now...unlike in high school, we were the first people to arrive for class rather than coming in for the last 15 minutes... Although considering the class in retrospect, maybe I did have the right idea back then...
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