When my girls were small-they were 18 months apart, I ran early in the morning and squeezed in the rest wherever it could be squeezed. I was very motivated and energetic then and it was wonderful. I just bopped all the time! I had Sam when I was 35; my daughters were 7 and 8. Boy, was it a mistake to gain THOSE 40 pounds. He was a horrible baby and I can say that with a smile NOW! :7 I had a baby jogger. I called it taking the baby for a cry. He screamed and I stopped and fussed every few steps. When he was quite a bit older he loved being strapped to my back and I could tool around the neighborhood while he snoozed and drooled all over my shoulders. Those baby backpacks are great. I figure I walked a few millions miles walking the floor with that guy and I got to bounce up and down alot too. He found that soothing! My right arm, the baby carrier arm, was perpetually curled and the bicep was a rock. It took about 15 months to get a real program going and to lose that baby fat.
When Sam was a toddler he used to come in and plunk down HARD on my stomach when ever I was in a prone position on my step. I'd make the "HUH" sound that meant it was time to move from core training to chest work; he would add resistance to my barbell by pushing down when I pushed up. I'd shoo him away, gently at first, trying to stay focused but he'd never go until I finally did the Mean Mommie voice, "GET OFF!" And he never left without licking me because Sam thinks my sweat is delicious and he'd make a this is yummy slurping sound that made me wonnder if his electrolytes were out of balance.
He also darted across the step and he was pretty good at syncronizing his leap with my step up so we'd meet on the step and I'd have to pitch myself off lest I send him flying onto a pile of dumbbells and I'm tough, a barbell up the wazoo never killed me. Those little guys can exit quickly to save their own hide with no regard to the fact that the woman they've just injured is needed in fairly good working order for the next 16 years. I think I must make working out look pretty fun!
If I had a nickle for every time I said, "Put my weights down they are not toys. You'll hurt yourself!" while he flattered me by imitating me, except I hope I don't look like I've been plugged into an electrical jack, flailing limbs going triple time, with a range of motion possessed only by small children and evil demons. And if I had a dime for every time I had to sit down and kiss a dented head and apologize even though I had warned him a dozen times it hurts to get whacked in the head with a free weight, well, I'd only have a couple of bucks, but the memories, the memorie are priceless!
You could not pay me to go back! Milestones like starting school are celebrated by comtemplating how wonderful it is going to be to workout with no interference! Booty Dance! Booty Dance! And best of all, I have built in babysitters now! Booty Dance! Booty Dance!
The worst thing about being an Advanced Mother, this post has exhausted me and it's too early for a nap! :7
Bobbi
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