Darn Plyo Pushups!

All I am going to say about this morning is I hate plyo pushups. Don't know what those beauties are? They are the pushups where you assume the regular push up position, go down towards the floor, and then push yourself up hard enough to clap your hands together, and then get your hands back on the floor before falling on your face. This morning the workout called for 20 of them. I don't know how many I managed before almost kissing the carpet and then reverting to regular pushups. I had a hard time making myself get through the workout today (that's what happens when your workout buddies can't come and you are trying to do Jillian's workout by yourself).

I snapped this picture of Baby Girl and T yesterday.

These two have a special bond. It has been that way since Baby Girl was born. She absolutely adores her older brother. His name was the first word she said after Mama and Dada. She follows him around, and will cuddle with him and sit in his lap while they are watching movies. T adores her too. He protects her, gets her anything she needs or wants, and will do ANYTHING to make her laugh . As soon as he hears her in the morning he runs to her crib and gets her out. There is something special between the two of them and it will be neat to watch as they grow up. It reminds me of my older brother. He was my best friend growing up.


This is Mr. Brinkley. He has been sitting with his head on the desk like this for probably the last 10 minutes or so. He is telling me he wants me to get up and get him some food and play.

I still have about 20 more minutes of stuff left to do on the computer. He's not going to last that long. Pretty soon he is going to come over and bother me at my chair. Luckily I know what to do in situations like these. He is easily distracted if you know what to do.

First: get a ball. Any old ball will do.

Second: get a trash can. Again any old trash can will do. It doesn't have to be fancy!

Third: insert ball under trash can. Voila!! I have at least 20 minutes before he gets that ball out and comes back into the office remembering that he is hungry.



Well, I have to finish here before Mr. Brinkley is back. Have a great weekend!