I was standing in line to check out at the grocery store yesterday and noticed that the front of many of the magazines read like this: Fit for summer! Blast belly fat for swimsuit season! and so on so forth. I hated looking at those things before and despise them even more now postpartum with my stretch marks and the dark line down my stomach that I can't seem to get rid of. Benjamin however took these tabloids seriously and has decided it's time to get rid of his thunder thighs in preparation for Maryland summer.
Not sit ups like 6th grade gym class with a partner holding your feet while you sit up with your arms butterflied behind your head....crunches. He grabs his feet and lifts his head as high as he can. Flop. Then up again. Then flop. He gets his ab workout just about anywhere- on the changing table, on the floor in his playgym, in the crib, on your lap... Ben is serious about swimsuit season.
Not sit ups like 6th grade gym class with a partner holding your feet while you sit up with your arms butterflied behind your head....crunches. He grabs his feet and lifts his head as high as he can. Flop. Then up again. Then flop. He gets his ab workout just about anywhere- on the changing table, on the floor in his playgym, in the crib, on your lap... Ben is serious about swimsuit season.
Quick summary of last night... our dear friends from Grand Rapids, Neil and Ruth Jaspserse were in town staying with us. I was praying that he wouldn't be up screaming all night and keep them awake. Ben went down around 7:30 and slept until 10:30. Miracle. He ate and went back to sleep quickly and slept until 2:15! Another miracle. Then he was up at 4- for good......we just can't win.
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