Jimmy’s house

Jimmy’s house to Everleigh is Gymboree to the masses.

If you’re familiar with Gymboree (and let’s be honest who isn’t?), then you probably already know that it’s the McDonald’s of play groups. In other words, it’s embarrassingly corporate for a mama like me who was initially all about the indie play groups. After all, who needs apparatuses when you have coffee tables, sofas and chairs, right? 

But as much as I secretly hoped Everleigh might reject Gymbo the creepy clown, I continue to enrol her a couple of times a year because, well, she loves it. I mean, she adores it. Never has she greeted any other organized activity — from community drop-ins and swimming to music groups and sportball — with such gusto. 

Lately, when we drive Everleigh to daycare she’s been protesting, “No Jessica House! I want Jimmy’s House.” So, yank my purse strings, sweet girl. To Jimmy’s house we go. 

Flashback Friday: Halloween party at Gymboree, October 2010