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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Tiny cheerleader

Remember how my kids are monsters? Well, I'm not gonna lie to you, they are also angels sometimes.

This morning I started the new daily schedule. (If I had a camera, I'd show you the giant poster I made with every half hour mapped out.. but I don't, so you'll have to wait.)

Whether I liked it or not, this was on my schedule:
7:30 - Work Out

So there I was, pulling out the "Ab Ripper X" DVD for the first time in... well, I don't want to talk about how long, and Asher (5-yr-old) suddenly got really interested in what I was doing. He saw that I was going to be working out, and he said, "Mom, I know you're going to do a great job!" (Asher's the one in the picture with me at the top of this blog.)

How's that for encouragement?

Nice! I thought, and I started the video. After the first couple of exercises, I was already sweating and breathing hard. His poor little face was horrified. So do you know what he did? He ran out of the room, calling behind him, "I'm gonna go get you a drink, Mom!"

He came back with a big cup of almond milk (not exactly refreshing, but super sweet of him, lol), and I pretended to love it. Every few minutes, upon seeing me struggle to achieve a simple exercise - like my third crunch, for example - he brought me my almond milk and said, "There. Is that all better, Mom?"

When the video was finished, Asher said, "Good job, Mom! Let's do it again!"
(Um, no.)
"You did a great job!"

I could definitely do this every day with a little cheerleader like that in my corner.







(Ok, ok, I feel bad for calling them little monsters... but, in my defense, Max did spend half the video trying to sit on me and demanding that I read him How Do Dinosaurs Go to School, and he seriously punched me in the face when I said no...)

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