Workout

A few months ago I purchased a gigantic workout ball. I must admit that I was very excited about this purchase. The workout method looked way too fun to be painful. I felt like I had found the perfect way to get in shape. And, of course I saw Dwight on "The Office" using one ("forget everything you know about ab workouts"), so needless to say I was sold. This gigantic ball workout had everything I was looking for; something fun that I would actually look forward to and of course abs of steel.

I have yet to receive my abs of steel. It is for sure my fault though because I have not been so great at actually doing the workout. It was becoming like all my other workout videos, you know the ones where I think about doing it but then I decide I will just go for a walk instead. That I think is the gigantic ball exercise creator people's fault because it was not nearly as fun and painless as I anticipated. I mean my abs hurt the day after! So my new idea was to do the workout with Matthew because he would think it was great fun (also then I wouldn't have to do it during the precious nap, yeah that was my main goal-don't use up the precious nap hour).

So I got Matthew excited about it. He got out this big ball he has, it is not of course meant for working out, but since he is light it works. So we did it. Matthew is actually suprisingly good at following the workout lady's instructions (in fact, I think he did way better than me). I had to take a few pictures of him, which of course turned into him taking 578 pictures of me. I had to delete most of them because they were not flattering as he took most of them from behind me while I was on the ball. It was a blast. So it turns out the gigantic ball workout is fun after all, I guess I just needed the right workout partner.

The only picture of me suitable for public view. Also please notice above that Matthew's socks do not match and know that is all my doing. He complained for about 15 minutes about the socks but I finally convinced him it was ok.

Hallmark's Got Nothin' on This Kid

I never know what Matthew is going to say. He is always coming up with new phrases that always lead me to ask "Where did you get that?". Don't worry it really is never anything bad, just mostly surprising and humorous especially coming out of the mouth of a 3 year old. This week he has been on a roll with the sweet words. I guess someone tipped him off that Mother's Day is coming up.





All of these comments occurred after I helped Matthew in some way:

"Thank you Mama, you are a superhero."

"I can fish now because of you, Mama. I couldn't have done it without you."

"You still got it, Mom."


Last weekend I went to woman's conference at church when I got home on Saturday afternoon he came running to me and said "You're home. I missed you. I was so worried." (yeah I don't leave that much)



Yesterday while I was helping him with his shoes he moved a piece of my hair to the side and said "There you go, now you look just like a princess." (On a side note, I would hate to not share that after he said this princess bit he touched his own hair and said "There now I look like a tackling football player")

Watch out for this face....

Unfortunately we are still fine tuning the potty skills here in the Smith house. Well let me correct that some of us are still perfecting those skills, but 2/3 of us have it down pat. I must admit when people told me that potty training boys can take "awhile", I never imagined "awhile" would be this long!

He really is doing well for the most part, however we do have a poo problem. The poo never makes it to it's desired destination (or should I say my desired destination for it). At first Matthew was oblivious to the fact he had a poo problem, he was not bothered at all by toting around a pound of poo in his pants. He appeared to be completely shocked when I would mention the contents I found in those pants. I could have said, "Oh Matthew I just found a mama dog and 7 newborn puppies in your pants." and I would get the same reaction-complete surprise and shock.

We have now reached a new era in which he is very aware of what he is carrying around and is even bothered by any and all contents. From what I read this is good news (cause knowing is half the battle, right?), we are making some kind of poo progress. So he now hides while doing his duty. He will say something like "Oh I need to go upstairs to find something".

Of course, the silence warns me that something is amiss after he has been upstairs for a few minutes because he talks CONSTANTLY, except when engaging in naughty, time-out worthy activities. Then as I walk up the stairs I hear a door close. I walk into his room to find it empty with his closet door closed and the light on...hmmm I wonder where he could be. As I apporaoch the door I hear him say to himself "She's coming, I will be safe in here". I open the door to find Matthew as pictured above with his hands on his ears, apparently talking to his hands saying "keep plugging, keep plugging....". The first few times I would say "Why are you plugging your ears?" and he would say "I don't want to hear you tell me about my stinky pants." As you have probably guessed this has now happened so many times I no longer ask any questions, I know all too well.