That last post was a bit of a lie. It was yesterday's view from the trainer, but I lost the remote posting email address until today.
Today's view was the black line of the bottom of the pool followed by me making an ass of myself skipping up the hill of our cul-de-sac then running back down. 8 times. I don't make the workouts, I just follow them, people. As if the neighbors don't think I am a weirdo already. Then a treadmill for the cool down. And some sweet soap opera watching. (I love the silent reactions the actors make before they cut away. It goes on way too long when they really should be saying something, but they don't. They just sneer or furrow their brow or something equally act-y. It is my favorite part. Some are really good at it. You gotta respect that. I normally would be watching "16 and Pregnant" or something else awesome like that, but we don't have all the cable channels in the exercise room. A pity for sure. Damn you digital conversion.)
Oh, Ella invented a new game. She calls it "baby jumping". As in, "Mommy, watch my new game! Baby jumping! Look!". Then, you guessed it. Jumped over a crawling Alice. First and last time she played that. Well, last time I witnessed her play it.
Alice turns one tomorrow. Oy. That was fast. We celebrated early yesterday with my mom and dad and some giant cupcakes. Alice's first ever. Like a duck to water...