Getting in Shape

I started taking a class called "Stroller Strides" this week in a last ditch effort to loose the final 10 pounds of baby weight (thank you Charlotte) and build some muscle. It's a fun concept, because the class includes the kids in the workout. We speed walk for a block or two, then do jumping jacks, or pushups, or rowing exercises, or lunges, all the while singing nursery rhymes. It is the hardest workout that I've had since college.

Today was the second class, and I asked Mikey if he wanted to go with all of us crazy mommy's to run through the park and sing songs.

He said: "Ok, but why?"
Sunny: "Because I need the exercise.
Mikey: "But why?"
Sunny: "Because I need to get stronger."
Mikey: "But why?"
Sunny: "Because you kids are getting bigger and bigger, and I need to get stronger and stronger to carry you!"
Mikey: "OK."

About 20 minutes into the class, while I was doing curls with a resistance band Mikey pipes up again: "Mommy, if you get stronger and stronger and stronger and turn into a dad, I can't call you Mom anymore!" It's nice to know that someone appreciates my squishy belly.