I love to lift weights, and have been doing something ever since college. After Liv was born, however, time constraints made it a lot tougher to get to a gym. So, now my gym is in the garage filled with random weights, barbells, weight vests or what ever else I am in the mood for. My neighbors have given me funny looks or yelled something from their decks as I have been doing lunges in the back yard with my weight vest looking like I just stepped off a swat team.
With Liv things got a little tougher. Just the other day, I was trying to do some theraball exercises with Liv in the room. She was desperately trying to take my ball, then when that didn’t work she started crawling under my legs. After that, she moved on to dropping my phone on my head. When I said, “Ouch!” she went and got a bandaid out from the drawer and started trying to put it in my hair. All this happened in the span of about 2 minutes. But, as every Mom will tell you, somehow I managed to get something done. Next time, I think I will try while she is sleeping. Love my sweet Livy tornado.
