Babe Planks & Tot Pranks
Our 4 month old Babe has started to make cute little noises as if she's chatting to us, and our 22 month old Tot is continuing to use so many proper words. It's amazing! According to Tot, we're now living with a 'ladyboy-'
Tot also loves eating "steeks" (breadsticks) and keeps requesting them in her cute little voice, "Steeks? Mummy- steeks?"
The ones she likes have sesame seeds on, and the other day I'd given her some in a bowl as a snack. The opportunist that I am, I thought I'd quickly run around the lounge with the vacuum whilst she was sitting still- for the first half of the room anyway. For the second half of the room she was up and pottering about, and I must admit, I wasn't exactly watching her intently- she was somewhere in and about the lounge and our kitchen. Well... as I was going about the utterly thrilling business of vacuuming, I started to become frustrated.
The more I vacuumed, the more these silly sesame seeds kept appearing!? I mean- for goodness' sake, I know she's been eating a lot of them lately, but seriously?! It was like a blumin' birds' table! Everywhere I turned, more seeds kept appearing! What was going on?!
Then I turned around. I saw Tot. Tot, red-handed, was standing there clutching several 'steeks' in one hand, and holding the box -upside down!- in the other hand.
Doh! Sneaky move, Tot! Fun and games.
And our little Babe likes to make me look a bit of a wally, too. She's so adorable and dainty looking, yet has these incredibly strong thighs and...well...she Does. Not. Bend.
Honestly, she just doesn't like to sit! She constantly wants to stand- supported- and straighten out her legs. It's like having a plank for a child, bless her! I pass her over to people for 'cuddles' but all they receive is a baby in a straight line.
Boy, I really believed my arms were getting a work out from holding Babe like this for much of the day! However, it turns out that this is not the case...
My husband is slowly transforming our house into a gym, much to both my admiration and amusement. Our lounge is now a combination of toy-weight-toy-rolly thing-toy-resistance band-toy....He generally uses his 'home gym equipment' when our little ones have gone to bed.
Well, the other evening I thought I should stop eating ice cream, laid out flat in front of Love Island (yes, yes...,) and I should try a bit of working out. I haven't done any specific exercise since having our babies (I figured having children was 'exercise' enough?!)
I joined him to try out some pull ups. Oh. My. Life.
I did one half pull up. I am pretty sure I am lucky to still have arms. I don't know if it's just that I have lost all strength, or that I have become a rock, but I was hopeless. I felt like I'd ripped my arms out! So much so, the next day I was on a routine of ibuprofen and vowed never to work out again.
I'm disappointed. My sesame-seed vacuuming and holding of our precious plank-child has not given me the Pop-Eyed strength I'd anticipated.
Hey ho, back to ice cream and Love Island it is....
