Baby Steps

The boys are very surprised, and perhaps a little bit embarrassed, that I can't do a sit-up. Hey, you try having your belly stretched out by nine months of twins (not to mention all the other babies), and then try to pretend you have muscle tone there! Abs of steel? Not me. More like abs of Jello ("bowl full of jelly" works very well for Santa, and see how popular he is?)

Rachel and Ben are inspiring me to try to get back into a more healthy routine, and get going with the exercises I had just started before Angelee's accident, now that things are calming down a bit. So I said to Angelee one morning, "Do you think Mama should get back to her exercising?" I was getting down on the floor to do some crunches, but she beat me to it. She laid down on her back, bent her knees, extended her little arms toward her feet, and said with a very labored voice, "Eighteen! Eighteen!" Then she flopped back, spread-eagled, and exclaimed, "Whew!" Just like Mama. How embarrassing! (For the record, I can do more than eighteen crunches in a row now. Really.)